While we were in the hospital, learning the devastating news that cancer had returned, my circle of friends (fellow homeschool moms) surrounded my family in so many ways.
They brought comfort items to the hospital room, made sure I was eating, and they even slept in the uncomfortable chairs with me, just so we wouldn't walk through this alone. They took notes when doctors were in the room, helped interview hospice providers and even protected our precious moments of family time from the staff intruding.
One morning, Matt was pretty groggy from the medications, he asked if "border patrol" had returned... the name stuck! I have no idea how I would have made it without them...
This is our final picture together (not a great shot of me...) Matt's smile, even here! He is my hero. He was ready to meet Jesus, not even a minute of fear. He worshiped, and blessed us from this place, leaving a legacy of faith for us to follow.
I have been constantly amazed at how the Body of Christ, the physical one, came to our side. Every detail was exactly right, the tables were decorated beautifully (with books, flowers and candles...), they organized the food (cookies and treats from our Coop family), took pictures, and dozens of other details I'll never even be aware of. It was perfect.
As we started to plan, the children and I realized that there was no way for us to be able to speak at Matt's service, we were too shocked and emotional. So, "border patrol" stepped up and served us once again. They each spoke, divinely inspired words that will echo with us for a long time to come.
I am so eternally grateful for these amazing women and friends. "Thank you" is such a feeble word to express the depth.
Our Pastor closed Matt's service, singing (yes, he does both!) "God is Good", by Don Moen, one of Matt's favorite songs. We ended worshiping God- the same way Matt ended his earthly life, and began his heavenly one.