I was ready, I was ready, I was waiting and I was ready….I waited some more. I wandered around and watched for the time they would need me. It never came! I was standing on the sidelines watching 30 or more construction workers building an Extreme Makeover Home Edition house in Kokomo. It was exciting to be there in person and see how this monumental task of building a house in 7 days really happens. All throughout the four hours I was there, I marveled at the amount of organization and managing of details that had taken place to reach that point. It takes many, many people, each doing their job the way they’re supposed to, working together to accomplish it. The great thing about it is that each person is happy to be there helping. They’re eager to use their skills and talents to contribute and be a part of the outcome for a deserving family. No one was doing things half-heartedly. There was a lot of energy in the air. I was wishing I had more construction skills so I could actually do something. We did get to form an assembly line at one point to help unload a truck. There were so many volunteers, each of us wearing our blue Extreme Makeover t-shirts and white hard hats, standing along the sidelines that they didn’t need all of us. I guess that’s a good problem!
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In an email conversation with my dad this morning, he reminded me of a time that was tough in my mom’s life (physically at least). She had all three of us by C-section and shortly after my little brother was born she had to have her gall bladder removed! This was back when they didn’t do the tiny little belly button incisions. She was hurting. My grandmother, her mother-in-law, told her during that time, “When you’re hurting, somebody needs you.” This took my mom aback. Someone needs me? I’m hurting here! I’m the one who just had two surgeries almost back to back. Nonetheless, during my mom’s hospital stay she encountered another patient, a lady who was hurting in her heart, not just her body. God used Mom to encourage and bless that lady. It may not have happened if Mom’s heart hadn’t been opened to the possibility by grandma’s wise words.
I’m so blessed to have both my parents living and that we have an open, loving relationship. It enriches my life and gives me so much support – just knowing they love me and are there for me. I hope I can do the same for them!