The Help Friends Bring

People visit.

Laugh-together friend brings food and her granddaughters. Talking. Laughing. Little girls always brighten up a room.

Close-to-my-heart friend brings food and her mom. Massage. Laundry basket. Friends help me with those little things I can't do, like carry something in my hands.

Discuss-big-ideas friend brings food and a movie basket. She caught me when I lost my balance sitting down then she recapped the weekly Bible study. Friends are life lines.

Friends brings more meals in throw-away containers.

More friends call. My message box fills with love and cheer.

Hubby-dear networks with a friend who loans us a wheelchair that fits through the door.

Friends are  like an army. Strength. Unity.

Gentle-friend drops off two walkers and an elongated exercise ball. Travel cosmetic bags full of goodies like chap stick, wipes, hand sanitizer, lotion, powder. Her shower chair awaits my first shower.

People who have danced this dance before just know things.

My church pastor waits with us before the OR.  He waits for pain to subside in the ER.  He reminds me of the word ubiquitous. Life comes out of his mouth. Love. Hope. The Designer. My Creator.

Sweet family members pay for housecleaning.

Quilting-friend brings us her daughter and a clever contraption that keeps water cold and pumps it through a flexible pad. I place this flower-shaped pad on my knee to keep the inflammation down.

Everyone has learned the steps to a new dance. People share their stories. 

Everyone has a story.