We had a great weekend at our house recently. UGA Homecoming. Two different families came into town and we got to break some bread together. Friends from college days and newlywed years. The forever kind of friends. Even though we go long stretches without face time or even chatting, we know these people are our rock solids. The best.
And, it’s not at all why they came into town, but while they were here, we had some excitement. Our son, Chip, got to climb down off the UGA Mic Man stage at the football game and step onto the field for a few moments. Not as wide receiver or anything but nearly as fun. I got to stand beside him as his name was announced as UGA 2018 Homecoming King. Not sure what that really means, LOL, but it was fun few moments to watch.
Grateful for the honor and hoping that somehow the Lord uses this to open doors for the Gospel. That is indeed our prayer.
But a blessing it is, indeed. So grateful.
And the best part of this blessing…is YOU ALL. As soon as his name was called, every member of my family began hearing from friends who were celebrating with us. Friends who rejoiced over our good news, friends who wanted to add to our blessing, friends who shared in this season. And, y’all, we read every text, every social media comment, and appreciated every “like”. For real. We noticed and cherished every single one. I mean it. We were (are) floored by the kindnesses of our friends. Friends from college, friends from other towns. Friends from high school and hometowns. Friends from church and the neighborhood. Friends from work and the community. Even friends we’ve seen only six times a year for over a decade, sharing a row at UGA home games. It would’ve been so easy for you to just wish us well in your hearts and not reach out. You could’ve so easily thought one text wouldn’t matter. You could have….but you didn’t. You rejoiced with us and in so doing, you not only shared our joy, you multiplied it. Exponentially.
In the scheme of things, being HOCO King is probably not a big deal. Truly. But having great friends definitely is.
And, the incredible thing is, these same friends who’ve rejoiced with us this weekend, wept with us three years ago this very day. The day my Daddy told us Good-bye and told Heaven hello. These friends of ours. Showed up at our door with food (my everlasting love language!). Sent cards and text messages. Came to deliver a hug or a pound cake. Were present at his funeral service and wrapped their arms around us. Made donations in his name and continue to remember him even now. Friends. Friends for all seasons. It would’ve been much easier for you all to think your card or call or casserole wouldn’t really help. Or even be noticed. But you knew better. You knew that every single thing would deliver love and healing to our hearts. And so you came. You called. You loved. So well.
And we are so thankful. So very thankful.
For friends like you. Friends for all seasons.
Thank you.