So often simple gifts present themselves in the most unsuspecting places.
This Sunday, after spending an hour teaching three and four year olds in Sunday School, Sam and I went upstairs to our own Sunday School class. As is usually the case, we spent a long time at the beginning chatting and catching up with each other about the past week. When we (finally) convened for the lesson, a class member stood up to share a piece of his heart.
His squadron had lost a soldier this past week in a no-fault car accident, and it was understandably weighing heavily on him. On top of that, a friend of his wife's lost a four year old child to leukemia. She'd posted a facebook status to the effect of how she was looking around her kitchen and missing all of the little messes that she used to complain about. And how she'd give anything to have those messes back.