The Body

I want to get this right

But I can’t

There’s no way for me

To say it all

Athena was in the hospital

Recently

She went white and limp and listless

I had just dropped her Father at bus call

They have all suffered with RSV

A week later

Loretta would visit the same ER

For a breathing treatment

To open her little lungs

Daddy was home

By this time

In his absence

The week before

Half our old house

Remained unmoved

Into our new house

We bought a house

It’s lovely and sacred

A Sanctuary

Set aside seemingly

Particularly for us

At any rate

Things compiled

As they do

The kids were all sick

Daddy was at work

The timelines changed

A gradual gracious relocation

Became an impossible mountain

Looming over me

Like a deer

Staring down a Semi

I froze

Completely froze

I could only

Care for my babies

Try to sleep at night

My body seemed to hibernate

In stress

Holding my breath

Under waves

That seemed to never stop coming

Then came

The body of Christ

When I was a girl in church

I would hear the term

Sing the song

With little understanding

As to the powerful meaning

The body of Christ

Was not much more than an analogy

“We are all important.”

“ The head is of no use

without the neck.”

And so on

As I stared up

At an impossible task

My heart

Usually the bravest part of me

Shrank back

Cowered in my chest

Refused to raise it’s head

When I dropped Leroy off at the bus

Realizing that Athena could be

In real danger

My whole body began to shake

Then my friend Claudia called

She said

“I’ll meet you at the ER. Glory and Loretta can stay with us.”

When she marched into the waiting room

It was like the sunrise

She prayed over us while I sobbed

She made us dinner

Loved on my girls and made them feel safe

My friend Jen

Heard about my mountain

Stood up under a mantle

That should have been mine

Bore what I couldn’t

She was at my aid every day

For 4 days

The foreman of the move

She oversaw

Made decisions

Brought her husband and moved all our records without me

So I could let Athena sleep

Then came Sarah

Also at my aid EVERYDAY

She made me pastichio

She moved and boxed and unloaded

Made me laugh

My other Jennifer

And her husband’s truck

Her will of iron

The list is long

My friend Kelly and Rebecca and Erin and Heather

Claudia again

And her husband

All these different parts

Came together

A veritable Vol-Tron

I watched in what I can only describe

As dumbstruck awe

While these people moved everything

EVERYTHING

Out of my past

Into my future

It was the mountain’s turn

To cower

Who can stand

Before His body

I have been loved before

By my Homeschool Moms

Never quite this dangerously

This love joyfully trampled past

What was comfortable

Over the person

I have projected to them

Past what I could ever hope

To pay back

Right into the trenches of my defeat

They sat with the real actual me

In my real actual non Instagram worthy mess

And they loved me

Like Christ loved the church

Gave their lives for me

And my family

When it was done and everyone left

I sat on the steps

Of my new house

While the girls watched Charlie Brown

Wept into my coffee

Glory had prayed

For at least a month

That our new place

Would have stairs

While I sat crying

In humility

In ineffable gratitude

Questioning

How or why

Anyone would do so much

For my ridiculous fallible worthless self

I heard the gentle voice of my Father

In answer to my

Self deprecating disbelief

He whispered

“But my daughter. This is also how I love.

More than you can stand.

More than you can believe.

More than you can ever repay.

I’ve been waiting for you to see it.”

Much like the wave of despair and defeat

That had just days ago

Threatened to drown me

So the love of Christ

Given true and triumphant anima

Through His blessed body

Moved my family

Quite literally

Over the mountain

Into a promise

Broke my heart

In the best way

Washed over the whispering lies

Extinguished my enemy

Bore my burdens

Showed me the breathtaking form

And the true face

Of my Father

“How beautiful the feet that bring

The sound of good news and the love of the King

How beautiful the hands that serve

The wine and the bread and the sons of the Earth

How beautiful,

how beautiful,

how beautiful

Is the body of Christ.”

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