If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up.- Ecclesiastes 4:10
I am embarrassed. Last night at church I broke down and cried. Three times. For goodness sakes. Let's just say I'm a little stressed.
It was the soup and pie supper and my hubby had to work. The soup and pie supper is put on by the deacons, one of whom is yours truly, so it was my job to help. I got there late with the three kiddos and sat them down with some friends, then went to get their soup so I could go help. Well, my wonderful fellow deacons told me to go sit with my family - they could handle it. I couldn't help it. I cried.
I then went to sit with my kids and friend. She asked me how I was. I couldn't talk. I just cried.
I pulled it together, ate supper then grabbed the older kiddos to help clean up (They did great! I'm a proud mama!)while my church family passed around the baby. When we were finished it was time for Bible Study. We are studying Made to Crave by Lysa Terkeurst. I was only there for 10 minutes. I was admitting my food issues. And I cried.
Honestly though, each time, I felt nothing but support. I had people picking up my pieces all night. I fell at the counter, the deacons picked me up. I fell at the table, my best friend picked me up. I fell during Bible Study, the ladies picked me up.
As much as I wanted to run and hide for not holding it together, today I realize that each time I was not alone. My friends in Christ continued to pick me up and put me back together. The Lord has blessed me with a multitude of people who are there for me. Who pick me up when I fall down. My only hope is that I do as well of a job picking up the pieces of others.
Everyone falls once in awhile. Let's pick them up.