Grace that bears
"Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love." Ephesians 4:2 Three years ago, on Mother's day, we made plans to go to lunch with my family after church. That morning rolled around and the alarms rang out. I turned towards Ryan and it was clear he wasn't going to be joining us. It was chemo week. My expectations for the day had to adjust. Me and the boys got ready and left for church. Despite getting used to being alone at church for over 4 years, I remember that day I felt especially insecure. The void grew once we arrived. My parents sat down in the same pew as me, but on the opposite end. I started to ache and cramp up. In a building packed with people, I felt alone. Before child dedication, all moms were asked to stand in service. My emotions boiled at the surface. Apprehensions and all, I stood. As the sermon came to a close, we took communion. No coincidence there. I prayed that the Lord would deepen the roots of my sway