June 17

My phone rang late this morning just after I cleaned up the iced coffee I accidentally dumped on the family room rug. When I looked at the display, I was surprised to see my friend's name rolling across the screen, so though I'm more of a let-it-go-to-voicemail girl, I picked up. And I'm glad I did.

I won't disclose who it was or what happened, but I will say that I had the opportunity to be there for her and to help out in a few different ways as the day progressed. 

And although she kept apologizing, I kept telling her to staaaaahp because it was a gift to me to be able to be helpful to her. And I meant it, partly because --on a purely human level-- it feels good to help, but mostly because lending a hand to someone who needs assistance is precisely what Jesus calls us to do. 

So although I wish her circumstances aren't what they are, I'm grateful to have had the opportunity to serve my friend.