The Christmas Basket
It’s been three years now, since this little basket found its way to my front door.
I was new in town and new in a Church Ward Family.
I was also new to being housed.
After having lived in my car and by other means, not under a roof of my own, for 7.5 years, I had only had my apartment for a couple of months.
One day in December, this basket with its neatly tied red ribbon landed at my door.
It was full of fruit and healthy goodies that I couldn’t eat.
I was happy that I had the basket of healthy snacks for my granddaughters when they visited though. I got caught up in the busyness of the holidays and although the basket stayed on my kitchen table, I didn’t investigate it further for a few months.
I felt incredibly guilty. I failed to express my gratitude.
But to be truthful, I was overwhelmed by my social anxiety.
I looked up on my church tools app a few months later and realized they were in my Ward.
Still, I kept quiet. Now feeling guilty I hadn’t thanked them during the Christmas season.
This last year, I’ve gotten to know the Cornelisons a little more.
Jared Cornelison, was the orthopedic specialist I was referred to after falling and reinjuring my right arm, twice.
Then, his lovely wife gave the first talk when our church came into the age of digital worship.
As I sit and write this, I realize that the Cornelisons don’t really know me any more than they did 3 years ago (aside from a masked doctor visit), but I surely do appreciate them more now that I realize who this incredibly generous and Christlike family is.
Thank you, Cornelisons, for the basket of goodies and please forgive me for taking so long to say “thank you.”