A Little Help From My Friends

Since I am the one always blathering on about community, it seems ridiculous that the events of the last few days have shocked and amazed me.  Well, you know what they say about the blind leading the blind–I guess in the case of Calvary Baptist Church it’s more often the blind leading everybody else who can see just fine, thank you very much.

I realized early Thursday morning that my lofty goal to move this weekend with the help of my incredible sister, Katie, was realistically unattainable.  It was only a unit to unit move, not a major geographical relocation, so I guess I was lulled into thinking it would be a snap.  I sent out an SOS to our church moderator, Amy Dale, who waved some magic church moderator wand or something, and team after team of congregation members showed up with boxes and food and strong backs to move all the accumulation of life from one place to the other.

Today I woke up in a totally moved in, painted, decorated, organized new home, and my gratitude is so overwhelming I can hardly express it.  In fact, this has been an ongoing theme in my life lately, as I tried to express here. 

This past week, I needed a little help from my friends.  No, really, I needed a lot of help from people who are so much more than friends.  Thank you, church family.  Thank you so much.