Priesthood and Love

So last Friday, Rhoda had surgery. It was kinda major, but pretty common, so she wasn't worried about it. But then she had some people how bad theirs had been, and how she was going to take a long time to recover, and how much pain she was going to have. Rhoda (being the awesome person that she is) didn't let that phase her, but she started to wonder.

Anyway, before we went in for the surgery, I had the opportunity to give her a priesthood blessing, and then the surgery went well, and she is having a fairly mild recovery (especially compared to some of the stories she was hearing from other people).

So as I was thinking about how God's hand had been in my life, I had a conversation with Rhoda about how she's had a relatively mild recovery so far (obviously she's not all the way back to 100%, but so far so good). I had 2 very specific thoughts about how I had seen God in my life.

First, we were witnessing, at least in part, the power of the priesthood, and that one contributing factor to how things have gone so far is that priesthood blessing. I am grateful that God shares that power with His children and allows us to bless peoples lives with it.

Second, I had several people ask about how they could help when they found out about Rhoda's surgery. I had several people ask if we wanted then to bring over a meal or something like that. In these cases, I politely declined, reminding them that we have most of our kids old enough and capable of making a meal, etc. Then one person was like "I'm gonna bring dinner over...is Tuesday or Wednesday better?". Then, someone else was like "Hey, I'm coming over to visit with Rhoda". I told them they'd be welcome, and then as they came, they brought us a dinner for the freezer that we could pull out and throw in the oven any time later. Then, another person was like "Hey, I'm bringing over a couple of meals" and basically just wanted to make sure we were home, and then they brought over a couple of meals. 

At some point, I realized that people don't bring a meal over because they don't think me or my kids could cook a meal. People bring a meal over because they care about us and want to do something. They were sharing their love in a way that they physically could. And that comes from God.

Thanks to those who brought a meal, who wanted to, or were even just willing to. Thanks to those who asked me how Rhoda was doing, who showed genuine care and concern for the welfare of this wonderful daughter of God.

I know God's hand was in it, and I am grateful.