A spontaneous prayer meeting. Frequent text messages with encouraging scripture. A meal schedule that was filled for 6 months straight. A pink basket overflowing with handwritten cards. A replaced air conditioning compressor. Handmade blankets and quilts to keep me comfortable. A Hat and Scarf Party. House cleaning. Back rubs that helped alleviate intense nausea. A team of 49 members to participate in the Race for the Cure. Help with meals and baths for my kids on the nights that my husband worked late. This is what community looks like. At least this was what MY community looked like when I was delivered the devastating news that I had cancer. I don’t know how we would have survived if we had not been served and loved so well by our friends.
What does your community look like?