This morning I woke up with terrible cramping. I wasn't alarmed at first, until I saw the blood. Then I knew, not pessimistically, I just knew. I called my doctor, who fortunately got me in quickly. My sweet friend Allison took my kids so John could come with me. I couldn't stop crying. Literally. It was like a switch in my eyes, and once it was turned on, it didn't stop ALL DAY. And I don't cry well. My eyes get puffy, my face is splotchy, my make up looked like it was put on by a five year old. But I didn't care. I was sad. Very sad.
Allison's kids had ballet, so she had taken my kids to the church (where ballet class is.) John and I drove there to get the kids, and as soon as I got out of the truck, there were friends and hugs and tears and more hugs. It was really good for me, and it stopped the tears for a little bit. John was very thoughtful to take the rest of the day off. We went to eat with Christian (Ansley stayed and played with Allison's kids), then came home. John took the kids outside for the afternoon and I napped. And cried some more.
Then later that evening our doorbell rings, and it is a sweet and thoughtful friend delivering these cinnamon rolls with a very encouraging note. It made me smile.
I am convinced that God demonstrates his love through the people He puts in our lives to care for us. It makes such a huge difference, in my emotions and outlook and perception.
Oh, I'm still sad. But I am loved! I am loved the most by God, but I am deeply loved in the dozens of ways our friends have expressed their care. And, somehow, that makes the road ahead more bearable.