on being the Body

Roles have reversed for me in this past week.  Typically I'm someone who would bring a meal to a friend who's sick, or host family in our home for brunch, cooking up a storm as a way to show them that I love and care.  But the tables have turned.  I'm not allowed to be on my feet for more than 10 minutes at a time.  Cooking any real meal is out of the question.  I'm allowed to do "minimal meal prep" but Stewart (graciously) hasn't let me do even that!

And so instead of serving, I am being served.  It's humbling.  And it's a huge blessing.  It inspires me more than ever to continue serving others in this way, once the baby comes and I'm back on my feet.  Whether it's a distant cousin who brought us stew and mashed potatoes for supper, my parents who brought their beef roast to share with us on Friday night, the armload of groceries my mother-in-law brought over, or the container of snacks my brother and his wife brought to me at the hospital, it's really all tangible gifts of God's love.  He's providing for us and our daily needs (and wants!) through the hands of His people.  Even these little acts -- a bottle of Perrier and a jar of pasta sauce from friends -- these are God's hands at work.

Never minimize the love and care you show to others.  It is all meaningful.  Even seemingly small acts that are done in the Name of Jesus, are significant.  It is the Body working as it should, caring for and supporting one another.  When I am well, I will do what I can to care for you in your sickness.  Not because you cared for me, or because I owe you one.  Simply because I am part of the Body and I care for you.  You are my Family and I love you.  What we have, as believers, is unique.  We are one.  When you hurt, I hurt.  When I'm sick, you care for me and my family.  This is how it should be.  And what an example it is to others!