This morning as I was finished getting dressed, and was preparing to gather my things to leave, I noticed a string hanging from the last button of my blazer. While this normally wouldn’t stop me, I paused because the string was orange. My blazer (and pants) are tan. There’s no reason for any stitching on these garments to be orange, especially in this one place.
I started to pull the string, thinking that it would just be a stray from another item in my closet. But as I started to pull, I realized that it was attached to the button. Under closer inspection, I saw that in some kind of way, this orange string had been used to tighten the button to the blazer.
And once I saw that, I immediately knew the culprit was: my aunt. You see, as Preacherman and I were preparing to completely uproot our lives in Durham and move to Jax, my aunts came to our home nearly EVERYDAY for two weeks, to help pack, clean, organize, and reorganize our belongings. They did this while we were away at a conference for our new jobs, while we were back, but working the final days at our old jobs. But not only did they help pack, clean, organize, and reorganize; they fixed stuff. Stuff like this button, which I don’t even recall being loose.
I’m thankful for the orange string, which slowed me down this morning, and allowed me to reflect on God’s love for me through family. Both Preacherman and I have been incredibly blessed to have our families love us beyond the miles, and having these little reminders just makes the distance seem that much shorter. I’m grateful for the gift of family that God provides us, and I’m thankful for my family.
Where have you been reminded of God’s gift of love for you through your family?
Be Encouraged! Peace and Blessings!