Friday started sweet, quite literally.
By morning, there's a cake delivery from Mba Lydia Chandra, and a lovely hamper from Mba Claudia. Thoughtful, generous, unprompted. Thank you so much. It felt like the day was quietly conspiring to be kind.
My husband spent the morning in motion. Dropping our eldest off, washing the car, dropping me at the salon, picking our eldest up again, then coming back for me. A full loop of small, faithful errands that somehow said love louder than any grand gesture.
I tried a new salon, in the same building where my child’s campus used to be before it moved to a newer space. Nostalgia did most of the work that day, because honestly, the salon itself was just so so. Not terrible, not memorable. I missed the old one that had shut down. Some places leave before we are ready to say goodbye.
We had lunch at home, just the three of us, then headed out again. This time for work. Or what I like to call purposeful connecting. My agenda was to introduce Titipku to Cleansheet. Similar customers, overlapping values, a collaboration that made sense. I played matchmaker, hoping this introduction would open doors and multiply blessings for both sides. Like the previous ones had. Amen.
By evening, I was tired in that satisfying way. The kind that comes from being useful, present, and moving through the day with intention.
But Friday was not done with us yet.
Night fell, and we headed to Buntut Gadjah Gading in Serpong for DATE’s Christmas gathering and gift exchange. Eating, laughing, talking, games that made us laugh a little too loudly, and of course, the gift exchange. We even received extra gifts from Mba Debby and Geraldine. Thank you, truly.
Then came the moment.
My gift was a music box from Honnebox, playing Amazing Grace. A song that already lives in my Spotify memorial service playlist. And a night lamp engraved with Philippians 4:6
Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank Him for all He has done.
And it turned out the gifts were from Henry and Felicia, who later slipped into my DMs with a quiet explanation. They shared how, while searching for a present, they were drawn to two items for their simplicity, their handmade feel, and the way they could carry meaning in the right hands. When choosing the verse to engrave, they felt gently but firmly led to just one line that lingered and wouldn’t let go. They even wondered, almost playfully, who would one day receive that verse and a short melody of Amazing Grace. Somewhere in that wondering, our name crossed their minds, remembering a season when my husband and I had been walking through a particularly low valley. I read their message slowly, then again, humbled by the tenderness of being seen without being exposed. How thoughtful, how prayerful, how deeply kind of them.
And that, how we closed our fruitful Friday. So blessed!
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