This day, I began to think, was about losing one’s sense of completeness, about persistent holes in hearts.
I thought about the sit-with-a-grieving-friend ministry, the coach-a-fatherless-boy’s-Little-League-team ministry, the teach-a-dad-how-to-braid-his-daughter’s-hair ministry.
4 Now there are varieties of gifts, but the same Spirit. 5And there are varieties of ministries, and the same Lord. 6 There are varieties of effects, but the same God who works all things in all persons. 7 But to each one is given the manifestation of the Spirit for the common good.
1 Corinthians 12:4-7 (NASB)
Hi Sheila !
Your words were PERFECT !! Beautifully put and oh SO TRUE. Had similarthoughts (but from the 5th pew on the left) THANK YOU !
Kris Shearman
Thanks for your kind words, Kris!
Sixth pew on the left, fifth pew on the left: we all have our places, haven't we? And the holes are real, even when they're temporary.
Filling in the gap with our own voices….
There are so many who can't speak becuase of the sin of others, or becuase of sickness or suffering. So we need to step up
You got me with the "teach-a-father-how-to-braid-his-daughter's-hair ministry."
It's strange just what fills the gaps sometimes…and even if nothing fills, there is comfort in the trying. This is a sweet remembrance. Lovely, Sheila.
David,
Thanks for that reminder of the practical application…beyond "Yesterday was just so….sigh."
🙂
Nancy,
Painful to imagine, isn't it?
Laura,
Yes, doing what we can brings comfort, doesn't it? As does lifting others up to the Great Comforter. Thanks for your kind words.
Your post truely ministered to me today. "Stand in the Gap." We are often called to do just that.
Praise God for the willing ladies who filled the void and added their beautiful voices to the lovely hymn.
Thanks, Hazel–I'm humbled.
Your post here and Nancy's (about the young man singing in the stadium, forgetting the words) both remind of the power of Christian community. Thank you, Sheila, for this beautiful picture of what it means to "stand in the gap."
Ah, Jennifer, thank you. I wish you could know how beautiful our Amy is.
Our Body–it's something, isn't it?