This morning, my neighbor told me her pet bird died last night. She'd had it for seven years and loved it like a child. A week ago, she dropped a weight at the gym and broke her toe. Two months before that, her fifteen year-old cat died. She buried it herself but a coyote dug it up the next day. Ten months ago, her husband of seventeen years left her for another woman after being unemployed a year and drinking day and night.
She cried as she stood before me with her shovel in her hand. She told me God had given her enough. She couldn't take any more.
I wanted to cry with her because I've been there too very recently. But instead I shared with her something from a book I'd just read--a book lovingly sent to me by a blogger friend this past week. It encouraged her as much as it had encouraged me.
We're making a difference as bloggers. As much as we're making a difference as writers.
Tomorrow instead of being online, I'll be sitting in a hospital room waiting for my husband's surgery to take place. Waiting for the doctor to come out and tell me it went fine. I'll worry, because that's what we do when loved ones go through trials. But I'll also take with me the comfort that many of you will be praying along with me.
And that's what really counts. Isn't it?