Outpouring

God, I love my village, which extends many miles across states and continents. People from my village have prayed for my Dad, sent heartfelt notes, called me, visited at the hospital, picked me up from the airport, watched my children, fed them, took pictures and video of them at school, comforted my husband, e-mailed Psalms, sent fruit. (By the way, people, if you ever need to send something special to a loved one, go to Edible Arrangements. Chocolate-covered oranges. Need I say more?)

I feel like running to the top of a mountain, stretching out my arms and shouting, "Oh, the humanity!" It's overwhelming.

This is my wordy way of saying thanks. I hope you know I'd do them same for all of you in a heartbeat.