Here I am! Send me. - A Five Minute Friday Post
I'm participating in "Five Minute Friday" over at katemotaung.com today. For five minutes, bloggers are encouraged to "free write, which means: no editing, no over-thinking, no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation."
The writing prompt this week is Send.
I recall the first time I met her. In a rather ordinary committee meeting for the church picnic. I'd seen her buzzing around at church. But I didn't know her. And I certainly wasn't known. I remember thinking to myself,
"What would it take to become friends with her?"
Looking back, God must have chuckled at that. We became acquaintances from our time on this committee. Later, we went to a few women's ministry events. She started attending our evening Bible study. We had some events at her house. My family became her dogsitters for a time. Our daughter offered to buy said dog at a garage sale should she ever want to sell him.
Ms. Margnet. That's my daughter's name for her.
At first glance, her life appears perfect. You know women like that. Their husbands make a good living. She can attend Bible study and BSF and visit with her grandkids all week long. Her version of sitting on the couch, watching TV and eating bon bons.
Except she's not. Perfect, that is. She's a giver. She loves life. She is wild about her Jesus. But the label "perfect" doesn't fit.
This week, she has gone to help her daughter's family. Her little grandson has some medical concerns. She's concerned for him and has called on a whole tribe of prayer warriors to pray.
I've done that. But I wanted to do more for this woman who has given so much to me. Who supports everything I do. My precious friend.
I have always loved the following Bible verse,
And I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” Then I said, “Here I am! Send me.” Isaiah 6:8 (ESV)
This time around, I'm not going myself. I'm heading to the post office today. I'm going to send her daughter and grandson a pick-me-up package.
Good old-fashioned snail mail. Yet, in every sense, I'm still responding, "Here I am! Send me."