Sep 9, 2019
I sat in the small hospital room and watched Travis sleep. Once a picture of health at 8 weeks, he was my baby. The youngest of three and my only son. It was hard to imagine something might be wrong. My mind played over the events of the previous few days.
His doctor became concerned over his lack of weight gain. I thought it might be the colic, the doctor wanted to be sure. So far, tests were inconclusive.
Travis’ big sisters, Carla and Andria, tried to be brave. They missed their mom and worried about their little brother. Each time they came to visit, I assured them we would be home soon.
The phone in the room rang and brought me out of my worried thoughts. I hurried to answer. Carla was on the other end.
“Hi, Mom. Michelle and some other ladies from the church came over.”
She took a deep breath and continued. “They brought groceries. Cereal, milk, apples, bananas.” She rattled off things faster than I could take it in. Andria in the background could be heard shouting off more stuff. It was all a loud blur of unrestrained joy. “Love you.”
Carla handed the phone off to Andria. “Hi, Mom. There’s sacks everywhere.” She continued to name off items as Carla now pulled them from the sacks.
I heard the cabinet doors open and close as I assumed Carla was placing canned goods and boxes on shelves. The buzz of the refrigerator door could be heard above the shuffle of grocery sacks. Andria continued to name off each item. All of the sudden I heard a loud squeal.
Carla was back on the phone. “Mom, you won’t believe it. They brought frozen chocolate-covered donuts. My favorite.”
A silent tear made its way down my cheek while I listened to them laugh over the simple gift of donuts. It’s because of the little things in life I know there is a God. He cares about a sick baby. He feels the loneliness of two little girls who miss their mom. He knows their needs and when they need Him the most.
God made their day. All it took was the generous hearts of others and a dozen donuts.
Three weeks after major surgery, Travis and I went home. The girls and I celebrated with donuts, as I held my healthy baby boy.
I have never forgotten the kindness shown to my family. Carla and Andria still laugh about those frozen donuts and how for a little while they wore chocolate smiles on their faces.
Because of Jesus, freely I have received, freely I give.
“For I was hungry and you gave me food; I was thirsty and you gave me drink; I was a stranger and you took me in … And the King will answer and say to them, Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.” — Matthew 25:35, 40 (NKJV).
I love you, but Jesus loves you more.
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