My grandma wrote newsy letters to the family on a regular basis, typed all the way out to the edges of the paper. She wrote about what the birds were doing in the front tree and about how well her garage sale went. She wrote about what was available at the food store and about how fast her chocolate sheet cake went at the church potluck.
But more than anything she wrote about people.
I remember one time she described the person who pushed her in a wheelchair from one airplane concourse to the other. It was a short interaction, but she appreciated the person and the conversation and the attitude with which she was pushed.
I remember Corrie Ten Boom describing her imprisonment in a Nazi camp and her long stretch of solitary confinement. She told about the day she was finally pulled out of solitary, to go take a shower, and what a blessing it was to get to see another human face.
Here it is the last day of the month, and my money envelopes are plum empty.
But I’m feeling rich.
Thank God for people and all those brief interactions during the day.
Thank God for a hello and a quick hug.
Thank God for a boy half asleep over a bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats and for the man who wants me to help pack his hunting supplies.
Thank God for Spanish students who make me laugh and for a quick chat with my mom on the phone.
Thank God for your face.
I’m going to steal Paul’s words:
“I thank my God every time I remember you.” (Philippians 1:3 NIV)
I don’t know what this day holds for you, but at least you will have the blessing of people in it, yes?