I never used to understand how much it means to show up at someone's door with a home-cooked meal for them--it was just what one did when a friend had a baby or someone passed away, etc. Then six years ago my 35-year-old husband was in the hospital in congestive heart failure, getting treatment and a pacemaker after months of being ill, and I had two small children at home. Local friends stepped in to take care of the kids and keep us fed. My siblings came up for the weekend to stay with the kids, clean our house, and fill our freezer with low-salt meals my husband would need when he came home as well as food for the rest of us. And when my husband came home from the hospital (it was truly a season of miracles, and he is still doing well today), friends and church members stepped in to bring us dinners over the next week or so. I still remember each person who cooked for us and what they made us, and while the food was wonderful, the hugs and prayers they brought with them meant even more. Since then I have never underestimated how much it might mean to someone to turn up with a meal during a tough time.
I love this story, Helena, and truly what a deep gift that was for your community to rally around you!! I am so glad that your husband is doing well!! Amazing
I never used to understand how much it means to show up at someone's door with a home-cooked meal for them--it was just what one did when a friend had a baby or someone passed away, etc. Then six years ago my 35-year-old husband was in the hospital in congestive heart failure, getting treatment and a pacemaker after months of being ill, and I had two small children at home. Local friends stepped in to take care of the kids and keep us fed. My siblings came up for the weekend to stay with the kids, clean our house, and fill our freezer with low-salt meals my husband would need when he came home as well as food for the rest of us. And when my husband came home from the hospital (it was truly a season of miracles, and he is still doing well today), friends and church members stepped in to bring us dinners over the next week or so. I still remember each person who cooked for us and what they made us, and while the food was wonderful, the hugs and prayers they brought with them meant even more. Since then I have never underestimated how much it might mean to someone to turn up with a meal during a tough time.
I love this story, Helena, and truly what a deep gift that was for your community to rally around you!! I am so glad that your husband is doing well!! Amazing