My crisis was just that, my crisis.  Mine and my families. There is a whole world of people out there who didn’t and still don’t know anything about me.  When you go through a crisis, it is a little hard to remember that the world does not revolve around you. The world is currently going through a pandemic.  One of the interesting things about this is that we are all going through a crisis together. It is not the same for everyone, but there is enough in common that we can share memes that we all understand.  I guess the saying “misery loves company” is true. 

As time went on I started to see the suffering of others.  The thing that struck me hardest was the silent suffering of others.  People who walk around like everyone else but have pain in their heart and/or bruises under their clothes.  It was, in one way, easier to know that other people also suffer, but at the same time I wished that no one had to suffer.  I was longing for heaven. 

Our God given community of people carried us through the worst of times.  It was truly a great picture of the Body of Christ. The way He intended the church to work.  Not just in a crisis, but especially then. People far and wide, people I know and some I don’t, prayed for us and continue to do so.  Closer to home, I had several ladies who stayed the night with me in the hospital so that Chad could go home to be with the boys. Additionally they brought me food and memory games/activities, they brought my family food for weeks, they cleaned my house, helped me with my PT and came to visit me.  Also, my mom came to help us out for several weeks.