As our family sat on the side of the highway in yet another broken item, our jeep, I laughed in an it’s-not-really-funny sort of way. Minutes later a friend just happened to be driving our same route, and she spotted us. She quickly stuffed our family into her minivan and graciously took us home. Walking up my driveway, I thought about how good it is that we don’t have to do life alone.
I entered my house and the phone was ringing. I didn’t catch the call in time, but when I listened to the message, it was another friend, “We saw your jeep, and just wanted to make sure you guys were all right.” Yes, it’s good to share our life with others.
Later when my husband went back to assess the hunk of junk, he noticed a man and a woman looking into the windows. As he got closer, he realized he knew these people, more friends. “We were just passing, and wanted to see if we could help.” Nope, we are not alone.
Trying to figure out this whole GRACIOUS GIVING thing is easier when I look around and see the variety of people God has woven into our life. What an amazing gift He has given me, the gift of friends.