This is your home

Our two-year-old was tired – and anything could set her off, and it did. Church service had just ended and she joined the room of chatting adults. I don’t remember what I said or did, but she was on the floor within seconds, and I was also tired, and didn’t have an extra set of arms to pick her up and give her a proper hug because my hands were filled with my fussy six month-  also on the verge of a breakdown. So, I just awkwardly tried to continue talking with a friend, my face clearly showing the uncomfortable feeling of not knowing what to do.

That’s when Pam swooped in. She looked at Phoebe, gently asked her what was wrong, and if she could pick her up. Phoebe let her. She lifted my baby girl, and in an instant, Phoebe relaxed and rested her head on Pam’s shoulder. Swaying, and with words of compassion, Pam calmed my upset two year old. Wow.

I continued to talk with my friend while processing what was happening. Why did I feel so warm and fuzzy? I felt cared for, seen, a part of the church community. Not only that, but Pam knew Phoebe well enough to calm her down. It has been a while since I have been in a community like that. Oh how I missed it.

One of the best things we have done during our move to Costa Rica was to commit to a church early on.  We attend a small church plant. We look forward to seeing the familiar faces each week and have even said yes to some fun leadership opportunities. Pam’s hug today reminded me of the blessing that is in a church community. The gift that is in a room full of people setting their hearts and minds on Christ, and looking outward more than inward. Pam’s tangible act of compassion touched my heart so deeply in that moment because we really needed it. After so much transition, and wondering when and if we’ll ever feel settled. That tiny moment gave me a hint of familiarity with a feeling that whispered to my heart “Yes, this is your home.”