Nobody has ever brought us a meal when I've been sick. At least, not that I can remember.
Since we've been married, my husband has served as a pastor in four different churches. I've often sent pots of soup or loaves of bread or extra casseroles to members that were sick or grieving.
Until today, no one from our churches has ever done that for us.
Last Sabbath after church, a group of us were chatting and the subject of my pregnancy came up. I had to brag on my hubby - who has faithfully taken over jobs he never used to do, like cooking and laundry. We've always split the chores, but he's never had to cook much before. However, since my nausea is most acutely triggered by smells - like all the mixed scents of food billowing out of the refrigerator every time the door is opened - he's had to take control of the entire kitchen.
One woman in the group immediately offered to bring some food sometime this week. I told her that would be nice, but (and no offense to her) I didn't really think it would happen. Lots of people offer to do lots of things, but life often gets in the way of their good intentions. Besides, I'm a pastor's wife. I'm used to being the one helping other people - not the other way around.
Today, I got a Facebook message asking me if 6 PM tonight would be a good time for her to bring dinner. Would I please send her our address? I was really surprised, and excited (she's a fabulous cook, I already knew that).
This evening, she showed up at our door bearing a feast. Scalloped potatoes, roasted butternut squash, seasoned vegetarian chicken, greenbean salad, two kinds of homemade dips with pita and veggie sticks, sliced cucumbers in lemon juice and herbs, lentils, and homemade pumpkin bread for dessert. Food enough for two days at least - and Marius won't have to lift a finger!
Her act of service was so kind and undeserved. It really met my love language. I was so overwhelmed with thanks and appreciation that I really didn't know what to say.
Tonight I cried.
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with my sister
with Marius's sister
church friends prayed the most beautiful blessing prayers over each of us and Munchkin
hubby and brother-in-law chugging chocolate milk for the prize in a very hilarious game!
the three of us
