My Aunt, Tasha, stopped by yesterday. She just wanted to help in anyway that she could so she brought over dinner; my favorite, pizza. I couldn't possibly be any more thankful for her.
Earlier last week she sent me a text asking about having food prepared for us while Mario is out of commission in order to give me some relief from having to manage all things home. So, today the Food Ministry at her church handed over a box full of the stuff you see in the picture above. I was incredibly grateful. I may or may not have cried a little when I got back to the car.
We've only been to Victory Church a couple of times. We are not members and the people of the church don't really know us. But, when someone has a baby or surgery or just need help they are willing to help relieve some of the stress by preparing a few meals for the family in need.
Oftentimes we turn down help.
Not because we don't need it but because we're so use to depending on ourselves. That's a trick of the enemy, you know. That thought that you can't use some help. That you don't need some relief. That you can't share your problems, your fears, your failures. It's like the older I get and the more I go through the more isolated I start to feel. It's just me, my husband and my kid(s), I tell myself. But everybody needs a helping hand, every now and then. Everybody. So for once we accepted the help.
Help never tasted so good!