Meet Me in the Village
We waited for our daughter to pick us up in the Mexican Village. My cell rang. After that, everything changed.
I have always wanted to stay in the hotel across from Balboa Park. I imagined evening strolls within the fragrant flowers with a backdrop of San Diego’s skyline just over the bridge. “If I could stay in one of those hotels across from Balboa, I’d wake up early enjoying the park along with the athletes jogging through the beauty paths and inhaling the moist morning air,” I often daydreamed.
I was given a gift, a two-night stay in one of the hotels! The meet up with our daughter that first morning scheduled at 9:00 a.m., would give us ample time to enjoy a brisk walk, take some photos of the archaic structures, and grab breakfast before arriving on the other side, at the Mexican Village.
TROUBLE IN PARADISE
However, my dream date got off to a rocky start. Before we even got to the park, the enemy of crabbiness invaded our relationship leaving us vulnerable to its ugly snappish claws.
We got the magic back. The fun began.
My phone rang just as we arrived in the Village. Our daughter was behind schedule and wouldn’t show for 20 minutes. We found a comfortable bench near the colorful carousal and relaxed. We waited.
I broke the silence and thanked hubby for walking with me in my dream park.
Then he thanked me for being a good mom and grandmother.
And then I thanked him for all the improvements he has made on our home since he retired.
And then he thanked me for always taking the time to put my makeup on every morning (didn’t know that was important.)
And then I thanked him for volunteering at the food pantry and lifting the heavy shipments off the trucks.
Our hearts lightened as oodles of thanksgiving flowed from us contagiously, almost like a game, until our girl arrived!
She pulled up and apologized for being late. I cut her off, “You’re timing was perfect; it gave your father and I a chance to reflect just how thankful we are…for everything.” She shouted out with “Wow, you guys!”
Thankfulness is supernatural that way; it turns the whole day around!
In his series about Divine Interruptions, my pastor mentioned that the reason we dislike them is because interruptions invoke change. Think about it. It’s not easy to change, but necessary if we want to live the Christian Way, not by the flesh but by the Spirit.
The “I’ll be late” phone call was an interruption. And God’s Spirit adjusted our moods as we followed the lead to engage in thanksgiving. God did it in us by His Spirit not ours.
Not only does thankfulness improve a marriage relationship, but it also turns a bad attitude around. Thankfulness is a power tool that this wife is keeping in our spiritual tool shed for maintenance!
Give thanks to the Lord
For He is good;
His faithful love endures forever.
1 Chronicles 16:34