A Metamorphosis
Shortly following Christopher's death, Woody and I were standing near our seats following a Sunday morning service. Some people in our congregation were waiting to come and speak with us to share their condolences. Many had been praying for us for the past 8 months. A woman whom we didn't know waited until the others had finished and then came and spoke with me. The woman shared her sympathy and then sheepishly asked if she could share a prayer concern. “Of course,” I stated as I was grateful she had the courage to approach us given the circumstances. She asked if we might consider praying for her coworker who had a baby that wasn't doing well. She said she didn't know much other than the baby was in the NICU and that the mom was having a very difficult time. I inquired about the mom's and baby's names and if she knew which hospital. The hospital was right off of the freeway that I used to drive to and from work. I made a mental note to look for it while commu...