They wrap her up with love and selflessness and joy that can’t be contained. Darkness gets lifted and pushed back and His light shines through bold and bright and as beautiful as a summer day. She’s seemingly unaware of all the flurry and enthusiasm roaming around on her behalf. She’s beginning to be aware of how blessed they are by caring for her. They want to do this, this community of hers and mine. It is her work community, but it is the community I call home. Their momentum seems unstoppable, as if in a hurry, racing toward giving abundantly. Stressors ease and life purpose becomes crystal clear as the heart of community does what community does best. Community leaves room for all and takes care of each one. It figures out a way from within itself to ease the pains, share the joys, and provide way more than what was imagined. Community becomes reliable, provides stability with sturdy props of unselfishness to lift up one of its’ members. It puts singleness aside and promotes togetherness. Community reminds us that we don’t have to be alone nor stand alone. Her community, my community, and His community remind us all to step up, join in, contribute our gifts and talents, and decide that life inside of community is a beautiful place indeed.