Tuesday, October 25, 2011

A Simple Gesture That Means So Much

Mindy here. Have you ever taken food to someone after a death, a surgery, or some other event that has turned their world topsy-turvy? I know I have, yet I've always felt like it was so little. It was just a cake or cookies or a casserole. How could something so trivial be of help to someone?

Folks, let me tell you, IT IS NOT TRIVIAL.

A little over six weeks ago my husband broke his back. Needless to say, this has taken him out of commission. He can't drive, cannot stand or sit for too long without getting uncomfortable, can't lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk. Well, with teen and tween age boys at home it's not like I don't have help, however I am now the only family chauffeur (and between football and band, there is plenty of chauffeuring going on) and I am quickly realizing just how many things my husband did. So when people from church, neighbors, and drumline parents started bringing us food, I was blessed beyond measure. As a matter of fact, the drumline got together to make sure we had at least one to two meals a week for the entire six weeks! Talk about grateful. It was just one less thing on my proverbial plate.

When my father and father-in-law passed away, people inundated us with everything from casseroles to meat and cheese trays to desserts. It was such a relief not to have to worry about fixing meals or to have something to offer those who stopped by to offer condolences.

Never again will I stand at someone's door, holding a plate of cookies and think of the gesture as trivial. What I'm really holding is a blessing.

Have you been on the receiving end of such a blessing? Are you the first to whip up something to take to someone going through a difficult time? Giving or receiving, what does the action mean to you?

Happy Tuesday, y'all.


  1. Mindy, it truly is a blessing. When my husband had surgery, the church staff brought us a meal. It was a huge help because I was dealing with him and the kids (who were fairly young then). I appreciated it so much.

    When the kids were really little, we also had church members feed my hubby and kids (like take them out to dinner) while I was at a writers conference. That was a huge blessing to him (and to me!). :)

    I don't know how people make it through loss without their faith and without their church family to care for them.

  2. I agree. It seems like such a small gesture, because I always feel like I want to do more, but it's good to remind us that it does help :)

    So glad you and Missy were on the receiving end and felt other people's love for you!

  3. I'm with you, Missy. I'd be at a loss without my faith and church family.

  4. Eva, even the smallest things can seem HUGE to those on the receiving end.