To me entering church sometimes feels like coming home. Since my cancer was announced on the prayer chain and listed in the bulletin, the sense of homecoming has grown stronger. As I enter the building, people come up to me, ask how I’m doing, and hug me. I’ve always had two or three hugs a service, but now I get many more. And that’s not counting all the handshakes. “I’m praying for you,” many say, concern on their faces. The words bring comfort and encouragement.
Some of those people I have prayed for myself in the past; sadly, some I intended to pray for, but forgot. Intended cards did not always get sent. Caught up in my daily life, I haven’t always been the best at thinking of others. I feel almost embarrassed by all the attention I get now. I don’t deserve this love. Yet isn’t that how God’s love is? I can never do enough to deserve God’s love; yet He showers it on me anyway. And one way He does so is through His people. I am overwhelmed and blessed by this love. I will do my best to pass it on to others.