Friends from my grown-up life express disbelief that I was painfully shy when I was little. My mom doesn’t believe it either – but I was – lots of reasons but those reasons aren’t for today – and that’s not me today. That is so not me today that my boys have learned the art of shepherding me out of church, a restaurant, a grocery store. There’s a lot of collie in those boys (LOL). There’s a lot of reach in me.
We are each designed to reach according to our love languages and gifts. When we reach according to our God-designed reach-way – it can be a beautiful, fulfilling thing – but not just a one-way reaching, a one-way fulfilling. When we reach God’s way – it is a holistic reach – where all shes involved are blessed – and it might have a ripple effect – like wave on the ocean.
We are God-designed to reach – just like He reaches to us. The value of she might even be determined through reaching.
My grandmother, she taught me about strength in the daily and the beauty of sitting in the quiet together on the front porch swing – and how to make coffee cake.
My mama, she taught me about the view from the high places – and the value of hard work, sacrifice and kindness, that poverty is a state of mind – and how to make truffles and majeskas
Aunt Shirley taught me that every family needs a keeper of the stories, that cousins are awesome – and how to make meringue shells.
Aunt Joyce taught me about cooking, the importance of routine, how to make mashed potatoes, salad dressing, how hot chocolate changes a morning – and generosity of spirit
Alva taught me how to make ginger snaps and post-it notes for prayer requests on bathroom mirrors
Joan taught me how to crack my heart wide open to be a spiritual mom: “We so need to be needed,” said this 70 something woman.
The Tuesday Morning Prime Timer’s women’s coffee group that met at Hardees or McDonalds – they all taught me that you never arrive in Utopia, that you still get mad at your husband and that they are needed – who else had the time to lay believing hands on me, pray that the Holy Spirit be in the delivery of my 4th son – who almost died that day and was held in the hand of God
Laura-May in her rolled down stockings taught me about the innate need to pass our God messages and God love down – that we were designed for that.
My sweet mother-in-law – she taught me about unconditional love, how the compassion gift works beautifully, how to quilt and how to never give up reaching in this mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship – sweet blessings are found in the reaching.
My grandmother-in-law, June, taught me about canning summertime and growing to share violets
About 15 years ago – Gracie taught me that God makes whole the broken. She taught me about speaking faith to move mountains – I didn’t know that. . . didn’t know about praying for these babies growing inside me – until Gracie. She taught me about heaven – and the hope of it, the tangible of it. She taught me that when God has a plan, even too low trisomy babies who are never seen can hang on to be seen – Gracie who at 4 months in-utero, whose heart stopped beating, my little girl gone to God in the high places – taught me that love doesn’t have to see or hold now or today. She taught me how God turns my mourning into dancing. Because of what she taught me, I believe. I. believe. . . . that’s how I learned how to call on the name of Jesus when doctors and nurses are calling S.T.A.T. c-section – and chaos ensures and I hear “I don’t have a heart-beat” – and then Cam was born, healthy and whole, against all odds, with APGARS of 9 both times – when most kids don’t make it. Don’t survive it – especially after 16 minutes. She taught me the power of the name of Jesus can save – and it makes a difference in my life everyday.
Every she poured grace into me, poured hope into me. The value of she is immeasurable.
Yet, just like a cup of coffee or glass of sweet tea – I cannot have it if I don’t reach for it.
Every she pour into me because I reached out. Sometimes it takes a lot of reaching to grab hold of the one God sends. A lot of reaching sometimes means a lot of rejection.
If I hadn’t spied through the forsythia at Laura May, hadn’t ventured to her front porch for an evening hello
If I hadn’t sought out my aunts and in the seeking and reaching found relationship
If I hadn’t reached for conversation with the older lady sitting beside me in a volunteer group
Or sought an invitation to the Prime Time Ladies Tuesday mornings – and showed up to listen
If I hadn’t sought to spend time with my husband’s family, sought out his mother and grandmother to pull his traditions into ours
If I hadn’t reached for God when we lost Gracie – and continue reaching today
I wouldn’t have been poured into with such blessing, such over-flowing
This reaching, pouring and receiving – God created us for it. Think of Christ’s geneology and the passing down of His word – a geneology of reaching, pouring and receiving.
If you haven’t been poured into – reach
If you need to be needed, need to pour – reach
You might catch a lot of thin air, experience some rejection – but God has someone who needs you and who you need.
We were created for it.
The Value of she is found in the reaching.