Loss for words...

That was me, midmorning.

It was Saturday, Don was at work as usual, and I was downstairs playing with the boys. I came upstairs with Nate to change a diaper when I just happened to glance outside the front window. There I saw a group of teens, armed with rakes, tarps and a pickup truck, going to town on our front lawn. Actually, the front was nearly all raked up, when I looked out to the back I saw more people already working there! (For the record, we've got a lot of trees!)

I was totally stunned and pretty much speechless. I went out to the front to talk to one of the guys who was working. He said they were from the Gospel Mission Church, and were just going around town doing these random acts of service. After a few words, he also asked if there was anything they could pray for. Well, at that, I pretty much turned into a blubbering, emotional woman. My apologies to the nice guy who had to see that!

It's just that I had looked at our yard this morning, a beautiful sunny day, and was a little discouraged at the work that was waiting outside for us. It's difficult now with it getting dark right after supper, for Don to get that sort of stuff done after he comes home at 6. His one day off (other than Sunday) is the day that he stays home with they boys and I go to work. And especially the last few weeks while I've been sick, there have literally been no minutes for getting that sort of thing done.

It made me realize again, how, as much as we know God cares about the big things, He cares about the little things too. And He is so faithful, even when circumstances are hard, these amazing blessings He sends our way, makes me take a step back and humbly and gratefully try to comprehend His love for us.

So, thank you to the group of angels, who came to our house and blessed us. You did more than just rake up our leaves. You left us with a gift....your gift of service to us is a reminder and promise of God's unfailing love for us too.