Monday, November 7, 2011
This is the church
Margaret's still in a cast. I posted the picture a few days ago of her in the bed at the hospital right after the cast was put on. It looked a little more pitiful than she has been acting. She's actually been awesome! She scoots; she crawls. She rolls all over flipping those big purple legs anywhere she wants. It's no big deal to her at all.
It's been more of an adjustment for us, as these things go, I guess. She can't sit at the table right since she doesn't fit in her usual booster seat (which is why she looks so short). She has to have diaper changes throughout the night took avoid leaks. In the long run it's just a bunch of little things here and there that inconvenience, but no major life-altering difficulties.
In the immediate aftermath of everything, several friends, family, and many church members all wanted to help. We weren't sure what we would need, so as we do in the church food started rolling in. A meal registry was set up on-line (VERY useful), and people started signing up to bring us dinner every other day for two weeks. It was a huge help especially that first week when we were figuring out how to even just do daily tasks with this baby who was 50% heavier than she was the week before, still in some pain, and wanted a lot of cuddling. A little over a week into it we found our groove and likely could have gotten meals together, but people were still signed up. The question came, do we keep accepting meals or do we say "thanks but no thanks"? We kind of like cooking. We had some meals planned before this all happened and hadn't yet used those groceries. We worried that our family inconvenience was a burden to others.
In the end we kept the meals coming. It seems like helping us out was something people WANTED to do. Bringing food is what we do for each other to show our support, our love, our concern. Feeding each other is what the church does, and while we COULD have made do without the meals (we would have figured something out), it was also a blessing to just be fed for a little while. When other things in our lives were a little harder than usual, a little more stressful, a little more difficult, it was just a blessing to be lifted up and carried in that one little way for a while.
The lasagna lasted a while. In fact, it still lasts in our fridge on day 4 or so. It ROCKS! In another day or two, though my husband will be back to cooking those meals we had planned a few weeks ago. At that point it will be this picture that I have to remember this experience of the church -- The Church of the Holy Lasagna -- that fed us, that carried us, that blesses us with her generosity.