thank you for coming to see me

Thank you for coming to see me. You drove forty minutes and arrived. You only stayed for one minute, delivered the chicken soup to your husband, and then went back. Didn't even take off his shoes or ask to look at me. I heard your greetings and your concern upstairs. I know you can feel my loss because you have experienced this pain too.

Thank you for coming to see me. Although you didn't even enter the door, you left the porridge at the door and left. You are afraid that I have no appetite. You are also good at cooking porridge. Anyway, you are on your way to pick up the child... But I know that these are just excuses. You want to tell me that you care about me. When I swallowed that tasteless porridge, I tasted thoughtfulness and love.

Thank you for coming to see me and bringing me shark fin soup so that I can replenish my health. Picking up the bowl of precious soup, the rising clouds were mixed with fishy smell and kindness, and my throat became choked with sobs.

Thank you for telling me honestly on the phone that you really didn’t know what to say. So we prayed together, and through the phone line, our two weeping hearts connected, and God's comfort fell like spring rain, moistening our clothes and nourishing our friendship.

Thank you for coming to see me. As you are about to give birth, I send you a box of black-bone chicken. It seems that you made your own confinement food and gave it to me who lost my child first.

Thank you for calling me from abroad and asking someone to buy chickens and send them along with Chinese medicine.

Thank you for sending me the card. Between the lines, your confidence is overflowing.

Thank you for your email and letting me know you are praying for me.

Thank you for just tapping me on the shoulder when you see me and letting me know you’re cheering me on.

Thank you for bringing your child here for a few days, thank you for the rice dumplings, thank you for the sesame oil chicken, thank you for the hug, thank you, thank you...

Because of you, my body is nourished and my mind is inspired. Because your words and actions convey God’s love and hope. Let me, who is walking through the valley, see the light at the end of the dark night.

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Zhan Yifei, writing to relieve pain, and reading scriptures to nourish the mind. Love music and long to listen to the entire symphony without interruption. Currently living in the southeastern United States.