“That’ll do pig.”
Seriously…that quote is what came to mind yesterday around 12p. Yesterday we finished up 24 weeks of studying the book of Psalms. For me, it was actually a 12 month journey of researching, writing, and teaching…a year of questioning/certainty, insecurity/confidence, struggle/joy, confusion/focus, doubt/reliance, pain/praise. And then yesterday, it wrapped up…with a pig (two pigs, to be exact).
Our last class (yesterday) is always a pretty great day for me…we share about what we’ve learned, where we’re headed next, and then we eat. But guys, we dont just “eat” – we POTLUCK. ThankYouJesusforpotluckamen. Lots of laughter, many tears, but a deep, beautiful “wrap-up” to 24 weeks well spent.
But as i approached this day, i had a few talks with God. i knew this precious day would include lots of my fav faces thanking me for all my work, etc. i knew i would cringe and deflect their gratitude…i needed a supernatural leg up on the whole “receiving” thing. My prayers sounded something like this:
“Lord, help me RECEIVE WELL…because i know sometimes the best thing i can do for someone else is receive…and PS God, i’m pretty bad at receiving compliments/love/praise/etc. Amen.”
After the luncheon finished up and most of the ladies had taken off, i saw one sweet lady out of the corner of my eye…waiting. She held a gift bag; i knew it was time to enact my new receiving-well-super-power. The next 3 or 4 minutes might have been my fav of the entire 12 months. She handed me the bag and before i even opened it i could tell she was nervous and insecure about what she’d brought me. But, she looked me in the eyes—and i felt like she might’ve practiced what she was about to say a time or 2—and i “listened with my face” as she told me what this 24 weeks had meant for her life…and the impact it had on her family. She shared her journey with me…she gifted me with her story. i couldn’t stop hugging her…because this was hard for her and because God did big stuff for her and she had to share it. She had to. And it made every sleepless night, every bout with illness, every insecure and disobedient argument with God i had along the way WORTH IT.
And then…the pigs.
i asked if i could open my gift…she shyly agreed. i knew no matter what it was, it’d be my fav. And frands, it SO is. Who knew i could love some pigs so much?
That moment. It was huge for me. It was a reminder that we are not alone on our journeys…and that sometimes the best way we love well is by receiving well. My new lil friend loved on me without pretense…she just loved me with all she could…and some pigs.
Look into eyes.
Listen with your face and…
share pigs when u can.
“That’ll do, pig.”