|A birthday party at my house for Becky White on the left in sleeveless lavender top|
“But his mother kept all these sayings in her heart.”
—Luke 2:51 KJV
A dear friend, Becky, called me on the phone. “I’m having a Mother’s Day tea, and I’m inviting some of our writer friends.”
My heart sank. Less than two months into my grief, how could I possibly get through an afternoon without crying? “That would be nice, Becky, but I’ll cry, and that will bother people.”
Her voice had a lilt to it. “It’s in your honor.”
Tears stung, and a knot caught in my throat. Oh. My.
“It’s hard right now, Jean, but you’re a mother, and you need to celebrate your motherhood.”
Unknown to Becky, as she talked, tears coursed in droplets on my lap.
“It’ll be fun,” she continued, “and everybody will wear their favorite spring hat. I’ll make lots of goodies,” her voice urged. “And some fabulous peach tea.”
I nodded, and in a quivering voice said, “I like peach.”
“This will be good.” Now her voice was happy again. “You’ll see.”
“This is sweet of you, Becky, but like I said, I’m afraid I’ll cry and make everyone uncomfortable.”
“Invite Jami and her daughters. We can’t leave them out.”
I smiled. Perhaps I could do this with Jami at my side.
When my girls and I arrived at the tea, Becky had kept her word. She set up a long table with a spread of delicious finger foods and sweet treats. I drank cups of peach tea and made small talk with friends, and life felt normal for a moment. All the while, Becky served us and took pictures and smiled her gentle smile.
Weeks later, she surprised and pleased me with a photo album of my Mother’s Day tea.
Thank You, Father God, for the blessings of godly friendships. In Jesus’s name, I’m truly blessed. Amen.