By Christina L.
It’s been a few weeks since the Spa Night. As I remember the night, two words come to mind:
The whole night reiterated the message clearly. Two of our Mercy Staff, Jenn and Zina, gathered us girls in a room, decorated to be like a Spa waiting room – dim lighting, music and snacks, as they prepared the rest of the house to resemble an actual spa, a surprise for us girls on a Friday night. We had no idea what to expect as we waited.
As they led us into “the spa” I was blown away by the care that they had put into every detail, making it an actual salon experience. Half of us girls did facials and half did pedicures. I didn’t really know how to react. It was a humbling experience to say the least.
First of all it was the best – and by the best I mean the best beauty products, elegant décor, an extravagant atmosphere. Also it was the best of them. Both Jen and Zina poured themselves into serving us, waiting on us, working hard to ensure every detail made us feel as if we were somewhere else. It was an experience that we should have paid a lot of money for.
It was awesome because I got to see their hearts for us, their hearts to serve us.
It was humbling because I felt I had nothing to give back, just being at Mercy seemed like a blessing too good to be true, most days – the love, support, prayer, beautiful home and healthy food - and then to have these two women I look up to and admire so much already, go to these lengths – even scrub our feet – to pour love on us. I sat in weakness bathed in love.
I was confronted with what I have been confronted with since the day I stepped through the Mercy doors – Grace – A chance, a gift that I don’t deserve.
Love unconditional. Practical, humble love.
I will not easily forget this night, seeing the very heart of Jesus… He not only loves me in my weakness, but He loves me extravagantly and I am once again undone in gratitude for my saviour and I find myself thinking… who can I do this for in my life.