A mom of a little girl in Lucy's ballet class was 35 weeks pregnant, bubbling with excitement about her newest baby...and then she was not.
I heard she lost her little son 3 weeks ago - I saw her sitting by herself, so I went and talked to her.
She talked, and talked, and talked, and as she talked I realized something:
The people who showed up at the hospital, who took her family meals, who brought their cameras and snapped all sorts of pictures so she would have a memory of her son's 8 hour life, those people were making up the body of Christ. Those people were His hands and feet in action.
They weren't sure what to do, but they wanted to do something. She told me that the people who have helped her the most have been the people who just walked up to her and gave her a hug, saying nothing.
Because really, what can you say?
The body of Christ in action is a sweet, sweet thing.