Sometimes we don't seem to have enough sugar to make lemonade out of lemons.
Sometimes life gives us lemonade - premixed, sweetened to perfection. With raspberries.
And sometimes, we are the sugar. Sent to sweeten someone's lemons. And we don't even know.
Even more rarely, that someone will tell us how timely our spoonful of sugar was. That happened to Jeffree and me.
Months ago, like almost a year, we took a few minutes out of our lives and a few dollars out of our pockets, and a little bit of creativity. We delivered a can of Country Time lemonade, some balloons and this note...
It was silly, and took such little effort. Really. Tonight, our dear friend thanked us for that note. She cried when she told us that she read it everyday. She cried as she told us it made her year. And we cried, humbled to be an ingredient in her lemonade.
The world gives us lemons. Mortality gives us lemons. But a loving Father in Heaven always sends some sugar. He always makes sure that, if we are willing and ready, we have all the right ingredients to that celestial lemonade. We just have to stir a little.