This morning started in classic Janelle style - dashing like mad to the school bus stop, standing there for ages, winded from running the stroller through shortbread-dough-snow, before a kind mom drove by and rolled down her window and told me the school buses were canceled today.
I had to take Pascal to an appointment on the opposite side of town, so there was no way I could walk the big kids to school and then turn around and walk all the way to the appointment. So we turned around and headed home.
I was trying to figure out what to do. Taking all four on a trek through slush and then keeping them quiet through Pascal's vaccines - I wasn't really sure I could manage it. After having strep twice in a month I am not feeling terribly strong and I was already wiped from the morning bus-dash. My heart cried please help, Jesus! And then my phone buzzed and my brother was texting to ask if I needed any help today.
Just like that.
Some people really are gifts from God.
So they drove all the way down and took us out to Pascal's appointment and the only effort I had to exert was climbing into the van.
I was so tired and overwhelmed and God heard my prayers and sent someone to extend His sweet kindness -
A thrill of hope, the weary mama rejoices!
The gospel is so beautiful, wherever it echoes, and today it rang loud in my tired-out heart.
Merry Christmas, friends.