First Day Out...We Go Back In

I got to spend this morning with my community group. It was SO good to squeeze each neck and thank them for being, well, them. This group of around 40 girlfriends are all young moms from my community. We do life together. We learn about God together. We laugh together, cry together and have a lot of "Wow, you too? I thought I was the only one." moments. These women are precious gifts to me. Over the past 2 weeks, they have loved our family extravagantly. They have watched our kids, fed us meals, sent their house cleaners over, dropped off Starbucks, ran errands, brought gifts to our kids, decorated the outside of our home for Fall, given gifts, cards, emailed song lyrics, verses of hope, and words of encouragement, cried with us, prayed for us... How do you thank a crew like that?? They have put God and His Church on display in a beautiful way. I am so proud to be "theirs" and have them as "mine." The Wednesday morning Jon was diagnosed, I (obviously) couldn't be there to lead them. Instead, they lead each other in a time of prayer for us and texted this pic to let us know they love us. My favorite part is the Kleenex boxes on the floor. Ok, and the Justin Bieber hearts. ;)

Did I say how much I love them? ;)

After a fabulous morning with those dear friends, I jetted back home to be with Jon. :) His mom is staying with us this week so she was with him, plus a nurse was there too..So he was well taken care of, in case you were judging me for leaving his side. ;) (first time in 2 weeks!) ;)

Anyway, I walk in the door and Jon says, "Babe, we have to go to the hospital. Our friend Christine is having unexpected surgery tonight and I just have to go pray with her. She visited me twice this week - it's my turn!" [never mind the fact that you just had brain surgery, babe!!] ;) So off we went!

What a sweet time of encouraging each other and praying together. Christine and her family have been a huge blessing to our family. What a privilege to surround her in love and prayers today...

Well, tomorrow morning starts with an 8am in-home physical therapy appointment, so I gotta take this guy to bed: