Happy Sunday!
I wanted to show you 2 buddies that melt my heart.
They were instant friends in 3rd grade on the day that our neighbor came into oldest son's classroom. Now, they are 8th graders and are still in-separable.
"Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another." 1 John 4:11
I'm bearing my soul today because it is Sunday.
I'm bearing my soul today because it is Sunday.
Have you ever wondered WHY stuff happens that is NOT fun, NOT pleasant and NOT easy to keep mustering thru?! I have. I don't always understand stuff, or know what God's plans are but know I'm to obey Him, love others and leave some stuff in his hands.
I had a terrible and very painful break from a friend that lives about 8 houses down the street. I have to drive to the stop sign and can see her home right up the street and sometimes pass her by in the car as she swiftly turns away like I'm horrendous in her sight.
Whatever happened to old-fashioned Love? Kindness? Compassion?
(I found these Valentines in Jefferson, TX junk shop)
Here is the scoop:
Both our blondie sons got in a tiff and we had to make a split and drive to the same school separately. But, thru this pain...I've been happy to reach out to our Muslim neighbor whom my son adores. You can imagine he is stuck in the middle between his beloved neighbors but he NOW gets to ride with us to school and we can show Christian LOVE to him, acceptance, comfort, joy for him. He was riding the bus because the other blondie's momma had told him that there was NO room for him in the carpool. He was riding 2 buses and waiting an hour to catch the bus home with the other intermediate school that we are zoned to. It made for a long and wearisome day for him.
He is soooo happy every day to come to my car with his buddies. To be accepted and fit in.
Maybe this was the Lord's plan all along to make sure our Muslim neighbor got included. Hmmmmmm.
That other mom might not ever speak to me again...but our blondie boys play basketball in my driveway with our Muslim neighbor. I might not be comfortable with how it all laid out in real-time but I'm pleased with the results.
Just contemplating out loud,
DeniseMarie
Wonder what else is going on at Spiritual Sunday.
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ReplyDeleteLet me try this again! I know this is a hard time for you but sounds like you are doing the right thing. I am glad you reached out to this Muslim child. Bless you and your son.
ReplyDeleteTrust that God has the perfect plan. I am sorry you are experiencing so much hurt over the broken friendship. Ask what he would have you do. Thank you for sharing the story about your son and his Muslim friend. It is very touching. Peace to you this Spiritual Sunday, dear.
ReplyDeleteWe have to have faith that where we are led is where we are supposed to be. I hope that all works out and I will pray for all of you. This is also such a good lesson of caring to all the young men who are our future. Have a blessed Sunday.
ReplyDeleteGood for you! A true Christian.
ReplyDeleteWhat a heartfelt post and so powerful. Thank you for walking the walk and not just talking the talk.
ReplyDeleteSo sad that the neighbor isn't being very neighborly.
ReplyDeleteNo matter her feelings the three guys are still together.
God is smiling at you.
How else can we reach others for Christ, if we first don't show His love? I'm sorry for the split with your friend.
ReplyDeleteDeniseMarie,
ReplyDeleteGod's ways are so much higher than ours and He sees the end from the beginning. I pray that you be reconciled to your friend, but in the meantime I'm happy that you and your son have the opportunity to reach out and share true love to your Muslim neighbor. A seed is being planted.
I can sure see the Lord in the middle of all of this.I will be looking forward to your post when you and your friend are talking again. You know the Lord will make that happen also.
ReplyDeleteGod Bless,
Ginger
What an inspiring post! It reminds me of a famous quote:
ReplyDelete"It is no use walking anywhere to preach unless our walking is our preaching." ~Francis of Assisi
Doris