Hands and Feet

It has been such a crazy few weeks around here. Within 8 days of losing Matt's grandma, my dad's best friend of 53 years lost his battle with cancer. We attended funerals two weekends in a row which just took it out of us really. The next week, Wednesday, Matt's sisters' mother-in-law was hit in a head on collision. We feared we would be attending a third, but praise God that she is healing well and out of critical care now. She has a long road to recovery but she is doing well. So, truly we have been bombarded with serving our families...both sides! It is not uncommon to tend to help one side out more than the other at times but it always flips around. But to have both sides going through trials at the same time proved to be quite interesting around here. We are so blessed to live near our family and able to help out when needed in times like these. We also know that when we are in need they will step up and take care of us.

When I think of that reality, I have to stop and consider that we are the hands and feet of Christ to each other and what a joy that is to see in our family together. My parents were able to send a meal over to Matt's family when Gaga Rachel went home to Jesus. His parents offered the same but instead sent Bibles in honor of my Dad's best friend. We all pitched in to help the victim of the crash through prayer, childcare, food, etc. Most of all, we all pray for each other. I am thankful to be a part of a family that serves our risen Lord and shows it best in times of trial. If only we all could remember that during those other times when we get on each others nerves. :)