That’s Why I Say Thanks Everyday #10 (Gabrielle)
 Today we go and we spend several hours with a bunch of people who have yet to cease surprising me. I tell them I used to be shy and I wanted to be a Goth and they laugh and say they can’t believe that. I tell them I am making a pair of orange pants and they seem to think this is a great thing. I keep revealing to them a little bit more of myself and they have yet to look at me blankly and write me off as freak. Someone said I write well and more than one person remembers my name and tries to pronounce it right. The elders once dropped everything because they knew we needed them. They pray for us because they know we’re struggling and they pray for revival to come to Orange St. because they think that’s important. I guess what I’m trying to say is that they love us there. And they aren’t shy about making sure we know it. So now I’m trying to be very big about loving them back. It’s such a wonderful thing to feel I want to give as much back as I can. And that is something to say thanks for.
Read this yesterday before taking TC to the hospital. It felt ironic in a good way.
I am thankful for God’s ever perfect timing. The appendix problem coming earlier could have been devastating (baby still in utero and the difficulties there) and being in the church here with everyone rallying around has been a great blessing.