Guest Post by: David Tonaszuck
Last weekend, my wife Anne and I were joined by our three children: our son Stephen and our daughters Katie and Mary; who all flew in from out of state to help my mother move into my sister’s home. She is suffering from ALS. Together, we fed her, listened to her stories, helped her settle in, and reminded her that we love her and that she is not alone.
There was nothing dramatic about most of what we did. We unpacked boxes, prepared food, listened to familiar stories, and offered a steady hand when her own strength was failing. Yet those ordinary gestures became holy. Through our words and actions, we practiced the fruits of the Holy Spirit. We made the love of Jesus tangible.
This experience helped me hear today’s Scriptures differently.
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