I am reading a book that a lovely and caring person gave me. She knew I was going through a crisis in my life and so she gave me a book that she thought would provide me with comfort. It is called “One Thousand Gifts” by Ann Voskamp. It reminds me, on a much grander scale, of the way I have always tried to live my life, seeking beauty in the midst of pain. The chapter I read the other night was on giving thanks in all things through Communion, as Christ did before his death.
After reading this book, I had a strong urge to take Communion. I was hoping to take Communion at an area Methodist Church on Saturday, but I was not able to attend. So I thought to myself, that’s OK, I can take Communion next week.
Caleb spent the night with me last night. He is a blessing and a diversion from the pain. We played, we ran, we spun in circles, we ate ice cream. As I was putting him to bed, he kissed me and told me he loved me thus warming my heart.
Got up Sunday morning and went to church. The pastor spoke of a Greek word “Iupeo” which means stressed, grieved, deeply distressed. I guess I now fit into that category. I am in a horrible amount of emotional pain. This church is a large church, I don’t know many folks, but I always come away with something. Today it was Communion. They did not offer it in the service, but as I was leaving, I saw a door in the very back of the room that I had never noticed before, on it was written “Communion.” I hesitated and then decided maybe this was my gift for the day. I went in. There were two tables each with small candles, a little cross plus the wine and the bread. There were several chairs and probably about ten people silently praying. It was a peaceful place. I did not stay very long, but I took the bread and the wine and gave thanks to God. Not so much for this mess but His love.
Never forget God’s Promise…