Feeling loved

Yesterday it was raining hard when I left the market with a plastic sack in each hand.  I saw a woman approaching from my left.

“Oh my Lamb, my Lamb” I heard her say in accented English with out stretched arms.  And she threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug. It was my neighbor whose daughter has metastatic breast cancer, knowing how I was feeling because of our son’s brain cancer.

Today a church friend brought over a lemon buttermilk pie. Just because she loves us.  She and her husband stayed to visit for awhile.  She’s a wonderful chef and cares for many in the church by bringing them comfort food or inviting them to her home for dinner—every week.  I haven’t tasted the pie yet, but I found a recipe on the internet.  https://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/buttermilk-lemon-pie/