Aarons and Hurs

If you're familiar with the story of the battle between the Amalekites and the Israelites, recorded in Exodus 17, you know exactly what the title of this post means. If not, you can go here to read it.

As this pregnancy ever-so-gradually gets harder and harder and my energy drops lower and lower, I am BLESSED to have a number of Aarons and Hurs in my life. One such arm-holder-upper called this morning and asked if she could drop by with a surprise for me. Why, yes, of course she could! :) Jenn soon arrived with a container of blueberries, a big wedge of watermelon, and some yogurt for me. She had obviously read my blog this morning and knew exactly what I was craving! I'm convinced that food is the sixth love language (sorry, Gary Chapman), and Jenn spoke my language perfectly...a big thank you to you, Jenn!!!

Tomorrow, my arms are being held up in another food-related way, when we go to the Sacra's house for supper. Since Josiah's birthday is on Saturday, we'll get an early start on the celebration tomorrow by sharing his birthday cake with them; he'll love the extra attention and "fuss" about him turning 7. :) Time with the Sacras is always refreshing, and I am looking forward to it very much! And I don't have to cook dinner. ;)

Of course, my parents are my #1 Aaron and Hur combination, and I'm always grateful for their help. Even something as "little" as taking Tobin outside for a while after supper so I can get the kitchen cleaned up before his bath and bedtime makes a world of difference as far as how my whole evening goes. My mother often offers to do even more for me; and most of the time I say, "No, I'm doing fine. I don't really need anything, but thanks anyway." But in those moments when I DO need a hand, it's so comforting to know that they're willing and available.

Besides being extremely thankful for the Aarons and Hurs I'm encountering these days, I'm also inspired to keep my eyes open for opportunities for me to uphold others in this way, realizing that this season of my life has many demands on my time anyway, but that even during this stage of mothering young children, I can be an Aaron or a Hur to someone God puts in my path.