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A FLOOD OF TEARS

A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a time of adversity.

(Proverbs 17:17)

Sometimes crying is unavoidable. If you imagine your baby’s sick lungs, your tears can overflow in an avalanche. But I contained it. The doctor said she was not contagious, yet I avoid taking her to the cradle room at church, as a precaution.

The fragile woman watches me. We spoke a few minutes ago, and she agreed with me. My baby could put toys in her mouth and then another child could do the same—better to avoid any possibility of contagion. But my baby is restless. She put aside the toys I brought for her. I don’t know what to do with her; she is interrupting the service. The fragile woman approaches. She always wants to help me, and now I really have to make an effort to hold back my tears. Tenderly and resolutely, she offers me her child’s toys so that my little girl can calm down. My baby can do whatever she wants with the toys, even put them in her mouth. I understand that this is the quietest way my friend can tell me that she loves me, and dispel the fog of worry and grief.