I am in this amazing women’s group at my church. We are all a bunch of different aged mommas and grandmas who are trying to be wonderful Titus 2:3-5 women.
Titus 2 : 3-5
I really have come to value the time that get to spend with these women.
I have learned a lot and have found some wonderful godly sisters here.
We start with fellowship, a group lesson then meet in smaller groups of 10 with one lead “Bloomed” mom ( a momma with grand blessings) to discuss what we have learned as a group on a more intimate and personal level. Lastly we pray for each other and take one sister’s prayer home to pray for all week. It is a lot like bible study but with no homework and we are learning to leave a legacy with our families as better wives and mothers.
It is really special.
Anyway, we started a new semester the other day and received new small groups.
At our “get to know each other better” time, our leader had a bag filled with random questions.
We were to each pull one out and answer the question in turn.
I pulled out this question:
What was the most special random act of kindness you have ever received?
I answered honestly.
When I was about 8 years old, I got a hand written letter from an anonymous person. It was filled with so much love for me. Someone wrote how special I was to them. They could see God’s light shining within me. I was so loving and wonderful. People noticed that I was a special child of God. They knew I was going to do many wonderful things in my life and they could not wait to watch me do them.
Then I teared up and could not finish.
This person who wrote this to me I have never figured out who it was. It was handwriting I did not know. I have treasured this letter in my heart for 34 years. I was in such a bad place right then. My parents had divorced (and at that time I was one of the first kids of divorce), my dad did not come around (that is another heartbreak for another time), my mother had nothing nice to say to me (again more dark drama for another day), it was just a sad place to be me. I did not share that with people. How embarrassing. How do you share with people at 8 that you are unwanted and know it? So you smile and just go on.
Yes, my grandparents were amazingly wonderful and loved me. They were who I lived for. They are the ones who made me feel loved, wanted, needed and special no matter what I did. They gave me hope. They were the approval I would seek and who I would model myself after, They were my rock, but I did not live with them. I lived in a sad place with unhappy people with unhappy words waiting to create more unhappy for me every day.
Then I got that letter.
Someone…someone else out there saw something good in me.
Someone saw what my grandparents saw.
I was a good person.
I was of value.
I was loved.
I was worthy.
I was needed.
I would be something wonderful.
Thank you Jesus for that person.
That letter got me through many nights of Satan telling me to end it all, I was worthless, no one would care.
Because someone would care.
The person who wrote that letter.
Words are powerful.
I was so convicted with this memory. I am going to do the same thing that this person did for me.
I am going to send letters to my friends children randomly as they grow up. I am going to tell them how incredible they are and that I love them. I am going to send it and tell no one what I have done. Hopefully it will bless that child at some point and time like mine did, probably not as profoundly as it did me, but even a small amount of remembering how precious they truly are to others who are not family, can be so needed as children grow.
How would you have answered the question that I received?
You do not have to share it with me. Just in your own heart, have you ever been deeply touched by another’s actions?
May your day be blessed friend.