On Friday our doorbell rang. We both looked at each other as if we'd never heard that sound before. Who could be coming to our door, in the midst of this quarantine? Dan grabbed his face mask and cracked open the door to see who it could be. There on the porch was a bag, and running back down the driveway and waving, was our friend Twilla. As she hopped into the passenger side door of her car, with her husband, George, in the driver's seat, she hollered, "You've been Cross Walked!!!"
George and Twilla are the leaders of our small care group, from church, called The Cross Walkers. They had just planted a group of Cross Walkers signs in our yard and left the care package on our porch. Inside was a decorative box holding a zip-lock bag full of oatmeal cookies, a card with a scripture and their signatures, and instructions on how to pass this little blessing along to the next family in our group (which we did, yesterday).
Friday had been an especially difficult morning for me, for a number of reasons, and this unexpected thoughtfulness was exactly what I needed that day.
On Sunday afternoon, we participated in a parade of cars that drove together past the homes of seven of our church members/families, who had been forewarned, so they could be outside on their lawns or driveways as we all drove by and waved, honked and hollered well-wishes. It brought lots of cheer to those we visited, and an equal amount of good feelings to those of us who drove in the parade and got to see faces of friends, if only through our car windows, from whom we've been separated for weeks now.
In the picture below we are just lining up in the church parking lot before taking off. Here is a link to a video taken by Karyl Small, one of our parade folks, as we paraded down a cul-de-sac to visit one family: https://www.facebook.com/karyl.small/videos/10222587154533643/
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