I have been hugged by many people for many different reasons but today’s hug was a first!
This coming Sunday I will be playing for the worship service at a local church whose organist is out of town for a wedding. Since this church has a much more formal format of worship than my own church, I went by the office to get a copy of their bulletin for Sunday to be more familiar with the order of service.
As I introduced myself to the church secretary and began to tell her I would be providing music for Sunday’ service, she quickly interrupted me and asked if she could give me a hug.
Now I like hugs. But usually I like hugs from close friends and family only. I’m not into hugging people I have just met.
Still, how could I refuse?
As I hugged her I could not help but wonder why she clearly wanted to hug me.
- Was she grateful that I was going to miss my own church on Sunday to provide music for her church?
- Was she some kind of nut that hugged strangers?
- Was my smile so dazzling that it invoked such feelings of friendship?
When the hug was over, she explained why she felt such a connection with me.
No – it was not anything about me.
- It was not my wonderful generosity to help the church out.
- It was not my beautiful smile.
- It was not my friendly personality.
She had met my husband earlier this year when he came by to introduce himself to her pastor. Being a retired pastor, my husband visited many of the churches when we moved to this small town. He loves the fellowship of other ministers and he just loved seeing the beautiful old churches in our new town.
She shared how much my husband’s visits meant to her and her pastor.
Her comments about the joy and encouragement his visits brought reminded me once again that no matter how old we grow, we can still contribute to others. My husband just turned 79. He can no longer pastor, no longer preach sermons in church, but he can still minister and bless the lives of others.
So I thank God for that hug! And for the reminder that as long as I have breath, I can and will be used of God to help others.
My husband will not leave our children a great fortune when he dies. But I am thankful for the legacy he will leave them.
“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.” —Shannon L. Alder
What a beautiful encouragement. Thank you for sharing. Blessings 💕
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