A Precious Blessing

 Last Saturday evening, I saw an offer to help on my Facebook page. It occurred to me that instead of simply responding with a “thank you,” I could do what is harder for me and make a request. All week I had been thinking of how soothing watermelon is for a sore mouth and sensitive stomach. So, I asked, and the happy result was a Sunday delivery to my front porch. In a bag decorated with a bow were two items: a container of watermelon chunks and a tea towel.

The drop-off was accomplished by the ring of my doorbell. I hurried to the door in time to see Cindy and her husband in their truck ready to pull out. She blew me a kiss as her husband smiled. I sensed God’s blessing on them as they shared in this moment of ministry.

In the house, I put the watermelon in the refrigerator and unfolded the tea towel imprinted with a verse from a favorite hymn:

When peace, like a river,

attendeth my way,

When sorrows

like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot,

Thou hast taught me to say,

It is well, it is well

with my soul.

 I read the verse and remembered that Horatio Spafford had penned these words during a time of profound grief. I thought about times in my life when God has given me inexplicable peace amid great sorrow.

And a little later, I savored every soothing bite of watermelon.