I groan every Friday morning when Curt goes to work because it feels like it should already be the weekend and he should be at home with us. When we lived in Irving Curtis had Fridays off, so I think it stems from that.
Anyway, on Friday I got to join all the LPM girls for Evangeline's birthday lunch at Tea for Two. We had a great time celebrating Vangie. Michelle injured her foot training for a marathon, so we had lots of fun with her crutches. It was a cold day and I was obsessing over Michelle's bandaged foot and her bare toes poking out. I kept wanting to find her a big pink, fluffy grandma sock (which she would have LOVED) to put over it. Michelle would want me to tell you that she was late for work that morning because she had to paint those toe nails. On Friday night we got brave and took the kids to a pizza place, which turned out surprisingly well.
I bought a new pair of jeans in August that I really liked, but they quickly developed a hole in a very unfortunate place. I was nervous about trying to return them but, come on, after two months that is ridonkulous. What I did not know is that those jeans had been taken off the shelves for being defective and the store refunded my money without any problems. So this weekend I needed to get a new pair and I was determined to get them at a length I could wear with flats. After almost five years of motherhood, I am finally giving up on wearing heels. Except for church or other occasions when I'm not chasing and carrying my little ones, I'm going with flats or much lower heeled boots. I think I gave it a good run, but I just can't take it anymore.
On Saturday morning I went to Nordstrom to take advantage of the Half Yearly Sale for my denim purchase. It was a total failure. After trying on like twelve pairs, I abandoned the Nord and headed elsewhere. With the help of an amazing saleslady, I found a pair that I liked and took the plunge and am having them hemmed. Eek! I've never done this before and I'm a little nervous. We'll see how they turn out.
That night Kristy and Drew and their kiddos came over for dinner. I made enchiladas and they brought dessert, which ended up being a ding dong cake! Give Him praise, children! Since we had a legit cake, a little boy in the house whose second birthday is this Wednesday, and a stash of fun birthday decorations and candles, we had a spontaneous birthday celebration for little Levi. There weren't any presents but there were lots of balloons and party horns to amuse the kids. (Kim Safina, you made that possible. Thank you, sister!) The boys spent lots of time on the trampoline in the backyard. My heart was so happy seeing Jackson play with his friends. We had a great time.
Our Sunday school class was brimming over with couples today! We seem to be growing every week and it's so neat. Before the church service started, we got to go on the children's floor that's being remodeled and write our kids' names on the foundation. Curtis and I found a corner far away from everyone and knelt down on the floor. He wrote Jackson's name and I wrote Annabeth's. Curt said, "Okay, we need to decide right now if we are having any more kids." Because if we were, we would need to write "Future Baby Jones." In case you are wondering, we did not write another name down. If it happens, we'll just have to figure something out! Then we held hands and prayed for our kids that they would love Jesus and that they would use their lives to serve Him. I wish I had a recording of everything Curtis prayed. We were both weeping before the Lord out of love for our son and daughter and in the joy of bringing them up to know Him. It is the most important thing in our life.
Unfortunately, tonight I went to the funeral visitation of the mother of one of our Sunday school class members. It was heartbreaking to see our friends grieving the loss of this precious woman who means so much to them. I arrived at the same time as my friend Allison and I tagged along with her.
Allison and her husband suffered the premature birth of their twins two years ago this January. If you read my blog back then you may remember me asking you to pray for them. They lost their precious baby daughter, Kate, at that time. I'm so blessed to tell you that Allison is unexpectedly expecting another little one. How great is our God?
Tonight I watched my precious friend minister comfort to a deeply hurting family. Her words were so sincere and full of grace. She had an anointing of compassion and a beauty that surely only comes from walking down that path of suffering and remaining faithful to the Lord. When I got in my car it took several minutes before I could even turn on the radio. I just had to be silent and meditate on the fact that our suffering and our comfort are not just for us, but for others.
If you'd like to share, how has God used suffering in your life to comfort others? Or how have other believers comforted you with the comfort they have received?
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ, so also our comfort abounds through Christ. If we are distressed, it is for your comfort and salvation; if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which produces in you patient endurance of the same sufferings we suffer. And our hope for you is firm, because we know that just as you share in our sufferings, so also you share in our comfort.
(2 Corinthians 1:3-7)