"Does this make my butt look big?"Sometimes God gives us a treat, something that rates as a special blessing. And I received one of those this morning. Ice cream for breakfast.
Not literal ice cream.
I met Quinn and her family at IHOP in Scottsdale.
I don't remember when I first met Quinn. I had her as a freshman student at the college where I taught, but I knew her family before she showed up in BL 101 (we attended the same church) so I must have at least known who she was. Having her as a student allowed me to get to know her as a person, and I quickly learned that the quiet girl sitting in back was a sweetheart with a huge smile that forced you to smile back. And very bright. That young lady found a place in my heart.
Lots of years have passed and lots of life, for both of us. God has been faithful to both of us, too, seeing us through tough times to rich blessings on the other side.
This morning I met her husband Dusty and their three children - bright, pleasant and well behaved kids. It made me very happy for Quinn. She's such a natural at motherhood and Dusty is obviously a good guy. Mostly, they are a family devoted to the Lord - growing in and serving Him.
I'm humbled that Quinn and her family would take time out of their vacation here to meet up with an old prof. I enjoyed getting to meet Dusty and the kids. And sitting across the table from Quinn, catching up on things, learning about her life and seeing that smile again...like I said, a special blessing that carried me through my day.
Well, almost through the day. I got a computer generated call on my cell phone this evening reminding me of an appointment tomorrow morning - an appointment I'd forgotten about - with the urologist.
Dr. Patel is not one of my favorite people. He has large hands.
None of the Gospels record any activity for Wednesday. It may well be that he spent the day in quiet rest, knowing what lay ahead beginning Thursday.
Not literal ice cream.
I met Quinn and her family at IHOP in Scottsdale.
I don't remember when I first met Quinn. I had her as a freshman student at the college where I taught, but I knew her family before she showed up in BL 101 (we attended the same church) so I must have at least known who she was. Having her as a student allowed me to get to know her as a person, and I quickly learned that the quiet girl sitting in back was a sweetheart with a huge smile that forced you to smile back. And very bright. That young lady found a place in my heart.
Lots of years have passed and lots of life, for both of us. God has been faithful to both of us, too, seeing us through tough times to rich blessings on the other side.
This morning I met her husband Dusty and their three children - bright, pleasant and well behaved kids. It made me very happy for Quinn. She's such a natural at motherhood and Dusty is obviously a good guy. Mostly, they are a family devoted to the Lord - growing in and serving Him.
I'm humbled that Quinn and her family would take time out of their vacation here to meet up with an old prof. I enjoyed getting to meet Dusty and the kids. And sitting across the table from Quinn, catching up on things, learning about her life and seeing that smile again...like I said, a special blessing that carried me through my day.
Well, almost through the day. I got a computer generated call on my cell phone this evening reminding me of an appointment tomorrow morning - an appointment I'd forgotten about - with the urologist.
Dr. Patel is not one of my favorite people. He has large hands.
None of the Gospels record any activity for Wednesday. It may well be that he spent the day in quiet rest, knowing what lay ahead beginning Thursday.
2 comments:
I know how it was and is. I too learned to love Quinn. I was church chairman and she was a staff wife. Whenever our eyes met I would smile broadly at her to get a response in kind. She gradually retreated into a box. I am glad the Lord has put her back in the sunshine. Still pray for her regularly. Hey, I love u 2!
Bless you, my friend. How joyful to learn in this fun way that you connected with my "kids" and find them every bit as wonderful as I think they are. No bias here. No, no.
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