I had the most beautiful picture of family this week.

My dad had open-heart surgery on Tuesday. But, after a successful surgery, Dad began having complications. His blood pressure and blood oxygen levels were dropping. The nurse called his surgeon and was told to prep Dad for surgery again.

We didn't totally know what was going on, just that it wasn't good. And so we began to make calls. Immediately, people started praying. And before we knew it, people started showing up.

At one point during Dad's second surgery, more than 35 people filled the waiting room. We cried and prayed and laughed to lessen the tension. And then we celebrated the good news from the surgeon and threatened to give him a "group hug."

What struck me throughout the whole process was how beautiful the Body of Christ can be. Sure, we have our bumps and bruises, but for the most part, we're beautiful. We support each other. We love each other. We show up when asked.....and when we're needed, even if not asked.

It makes Paul's admonition in 2 Cor. 1:4 come to life. We comfort those in trouble by the comfort we've received ourselves.

I was comforted by so many on Tuesday. I was loved by family - by birth and by faith. And it made me smile.

1 Comment:

  1. Anonymous said...
    What happened to the blogging?

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