Sitting on the couch with my wife while a friend cleans our house is very uncomfortable. Watching others fold my underwear is more uncomfortable. Having my, recovering from c-section, wife take care of me while I'm sick four days in bed is even more uncomfortable.
Receiving love is uncomfortable. Many times, I felt embarassed, emasculated and guilty.
As a pastor, I'm used to loving others. Receiving love from our friends, family and perfect strangers these past 6 weeks is one of the most beautiful and humbling things I've ever experienced. I kept thinking, I should be able to take care of myself.
However, I wasn't strong enough to handle this past month. I needed help and help came.
- Friends and family spent weeks and nights with us so we could sleep
- We didn't prepare our own food for over a month
- Moms, with their own children, came to our house
- Free babysitting
- We got so many gifts
- We got several letters and calls of encouragement
- People read my blog
- People pretended to like my blog
It truly took a village to get us this far.
Thank you everyone for your kindness and generosity. We couldn't have done this without you.
Amreitha and I are more able to love Obi because you've loved us.