Sometimes I doubt and get discouraged about Christianity and the church. I get cynical and bothered by churchy things.
But, I tell you what. If there ever was a sign of God at all, it is in the community of good people that surrounds our family...and have surrounded us throughout this journey.
How do you doubt goodness when so much love encircles you?
Every day... Even every hour since Harv declared he was in hospice, people have reached out... People close by and people far away... People who want to fix my faucet and people who want to mow my yard... People who collect half gallon jugs so we can make apple cider with our apples... People who want to sit with Harvey and visit... People who walk my dog and bring me doughnuts... People who send me wine... People who drop my dry cleaning off and bring us soup... People from far away who want to feed my family pizza. People who organize all the people. People I don't even know! People who pray for us all.
And somehow I think that everybody in many different ways just wants to make a difference... We can't ever really change the outcome of this story, but we can make the journey less scary....and that's what all of y'all are doing.
I will never, ever be able to express the deep gratitude that I feel for all of your love.
Some of you may not be Christians or even believe in God at all, but I will say that, for me, God is in all of the love we've felt... This is the best kinda church service ever.