I absolutely love the beautiful, grace filled, writings of Kara Tippetts, who recently died from cancer.
In this, one of her older blog posts, she writes –
“As I reached the parking lot, the dear woman and her husband, who asked me my hard times of day, jumped out of their car. Her husband wrapped me in a big hug and said, I’m 6:30 every day, and she called to me, I’m 10 every night. I was undone. I cry now thinking of this couple doing battle with me in my weakest moments. I would like to say those times of day are getting easier. They are not, but I know I’m not alone in them.”
As I read this, I think of the many who prayed for us (and continue to pray for us), when we were barely able to pray for ourselves.
So many days and nights spent in hospital with Leah, being told things no parent ever wants to hear, feeling so alone, yet always knowing I wasn’t alone.
In the quietness of our hospital room, a text or a Facebook message would come in, with a word of encouragement, or an assurance that somebody, somewhere, was praying for us.
How could we ever have got this far, without the many who have supported us emotionally, spiritually and practically?
One of my many favourite Bible verses has long been
1 Samuel 23:16 (NIV)
“And Saul’s son Jonathan went to David at Horesh and helped him find strength in God.”
It’s not always about preaching and teaching, sometimes it’s about a hug, a squeeze of the hand, a thoughtful but inexpensive gift, or just being there for somebody, letting them know that someone really does care.