I have been working 12 hour days, six days a week and Sunday is my only day to unwind, schedule nothing, and as I wrote last week – BREATHE. I have to say since we bought this business, Sunday’s have never been more precious.

Then…

A friend calls!

She needs immediate help. She is in crisis.

My first reaction deep within, in that place no one sees but God, was reluctance. I just didn’t have time.

I immediately heard in the Spirit.

“Make time.”

“But God," I whined,  “Just yesterday when reading Hebrews chapters 3 & 4 you convicted my spirit to stop working on Sunday (no laundry, no grocery shopping, no business work.) I was to REST! I set out to obey and you send this.”

Truthfully, I was disappointed. My tired body and flesh rebelled. I was looking forward to a day I did nothing but relax.

Then…

I remembered…in vivid color the desperation, the heartache, how alone I felt in the midst of my sorrow.

All else faded. Nothing seemed as important. My selfish heart softened, and we set up a meeting place.

My friend met me and we walked and talked in the drizzle of a warm June rain. The weather suited her crying soul.

I did not have the answers for my troubled friend, but I knew God did.

I listened.

I listened some more. She desperately needed someone to hear her.

I was slow to give advice and fast to suggest prayer. There is something surreal about two believers in spiritual union with the only power that heals - Jesus Christ.

I hugged her.

I showed love and compassion.

And…

Like the essence of this rose covered in droplets of a much needed rain...A beautiful thing happened.

                                                 I was blessed in the giving.