Casseroles

We came with casseroles. With cookies, with crock pot meals, with bread and butter. 
We brought flowers, and cards and prayers and love. 
We carried each other: through birth and postpartum, through loss- of our babies, our parents, our siblings, our grandparents. 
Through the challenges of parenting, partnership, sickness and sadness. 

Perhaps sometimes the hands and feet of Jesus show up through cooking, and cleaning and listening and weeping. Women were made to carry- 
life, 
one another, 
our children, 
our hearts outstretched. 

A meal offered is prayer in action. 
May warm food and fed bodies be the power of love in the midst of the bleakness of winter. 
Though winter is cold and dark, spring resides within the hearts of the sisters who carry you when you can’t carry yourself. 

We see you in all your beauty, honesty and  struggle, and we lift our casseroles, our prayers, our arms and our hearts.