I always wanted to be a mother, so when I was pregnant with our first, I was more than delighted. Nine months of anticipation was a wonderful time for us.

Nothing could have prepared me for what would lie ahead – a colicky baby. She cried from the early morning until way after midnight. We would walk the floors, and rock her gently, at times even wheel her in the house in her stroller.

We were exhausted beyond belief and felt most inadequate to be parents, feeling sorry for the little one to be stuck with us.

Then we took the ride from Massachusetts to New Jersey to visit my husband’s aunt. Little did we know the blessing we would receive during that visit.

Even in the middle of the night, she would scoop our baby up from the little crib, change her, give her a bottle and put her back when she was asleep.

Not only did she make us feel welcomed and taken care of, she provided the break we needed. She walked our little one, almost making it seem so easy to calm her down. She knew all about colic and for the first time in months, we had someone who truly understood what we were experiencing.

She was the breath of fresh air, understanding, and love we so needed. The gift of feeling we would be OK, we would make it, and come through.

The memories flooded back the other day as I read in Luke 7. Here we read of two people who had come to Jesus.

I hope you will join me at Woman to Woman Ministries HERE. We’ll look at the two people who came to Jesus for help and what it means for us today.

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