Community is imperative. The sista-friends and relatives who
are local can rush to fill in the numerous gaps filled by an absent mommy.
My children were five, three and one at the time. The flu
struck out of nowhere. Fast. My husband worked 90 hours per week at two jobs
and his own carpet cleaning business. I remember lying over my bed, unable to
move thinking I can’t even stand up to make dinner. I tried. We all try. I
crawled to the kitchen and tried to stand but waves of nausea and an outbreak
of chills defeated my inner lioness.
My friend and prayer partner had two children at the time but still, she came over, made dinner and took care of my kids for at least a couple of hours.
This was just the flu. I’ve dealt with bedrest during
pregnancies, hernia repairs, and another bout of the flu about ten years later
and when my husband couldn’t help, friends stepped in.
I have a friend who died from cancer last August. She was at
her sickest in the hospital, but friends stepped in to hold her hand, lotion
her feet and pray at bedside to relieve her husband for at least a couple of
hours a day.
I have another friend who is frequently making a 3 hour
drive to take care of five nieces and nephews whose father, her brother, is
hospitalized.
Both the ordinary bout of flu and the extraordinary ordeal
of disease reveal the importance of the scripture: Psalm 68:6a God sets the
solitary in families. We are never meant to suffer alone. Whether it’s our
blood family, church family or family of friendships, we need others to fill in
the gaps that we leave when we are knocked off course.
“I need help” can be difficult words for anyone to say.
However, these are beautiful words to the one that hears
them. The opportunity to be a gap-filler is an opportunity to show love and
compassion without conditions. So fellow mommys, and to the daddys who are
reading this, when your strength runs out, contact a friend and say
“I need help.”