The truth is, I’d be lost without our community. Family and friends surrounded us this week in ways that have brought me to tears.
Endless texts. Facebook messages. E-mails. Phone calls. Meals.
The truth is, we need each other.
I don’t know about you, but often I try to act like I have it all together, like I don’t need help. I’d rather be the one helping you.
It’s probably a pride issue.
But the truth is, community matters. We need each other.
The truth is, when I wrote a book about taking coffee breaks and doing life together, it was easy to write those words while sitting in the corner of a coffee shop. It’s easy to live out community when you’re the one giving and helping.
The truth is, it’s so much harder to accept the help of others when you are weak, exhausted, and emotionally drained. But that’s when you need it most.
But the truth is, when we open ourselves up to each other, when we allow others to love us – truly love us – and give and serve us, it’s a healing salve that comes straight from the hands of Jesus. For both parties.
Truthfully, I love each one of you. I’ve read each message. I’ve cried tears of thankfulness. We’ve never felt so loved, so cared for. I don’t know where we’d be without you. We can never repay you.
The hot meals. The prayers. The hugs. The smiles.
Each one mattered.
Each one reminded us of the truth that even though we walk through the valley of cancer and treatment, we are not alone. God is with us. He is often with us through you.
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