My husband and I are accidental
members of St. Mark’s. In the best
possible way. We moved here in
June of 2010 for Brad’s pediatric residency at ACH. We had been to a couple of churches, but were still church
shopping when my dad and I visited St. Mark’s. I liked the service, everyone was kind and welcoming, and
the priests were great, so I filled out a visitor card. Luke called me that Tuesday. We talked for a while. I told him that I was pregnant and due
in about a month and he told me about their new ministry where members of the
church bring food after the baby is born.
I said that that seemed great and that I would see him Sunday. I gave birth the next day. I honestly don’t remember how the
church found out, but we had a couple of St. Mark’s visitors in the NICU, where
Cooper spent his first eleven days of life. Then when we got home, people just started showing up with
food. None of these people had ever
met me, I had attended church there exactly once, heck, my husband had NEVER
even been in the building, but the people of St. Mark’s opened their hearts,
and their kitchens, to us. It was
pretty obvious that we had found our church home in Little Rock. We officially became members the week
before Cooper was baptized.
When
Cooper was about six months old, he was finally healthy enough for us to start
attending church more regularly.
Brad was very busy and worked constantly that first year, so often it
was just me and the baby in the back.
In this way, I got to know Sydney, who eventually invited me to join her
Christ Care group. This group of
women has become my Little Rock family.
We get together weekly to share what’s going on in our lives, we pray
for each other regularly, and I value each of the relationships I have with
them. My Monday nights feel empty
on the weeks I have to miss Christ Care.
Cooper
was born early and with an undiagnosed chromosome abnormality. In the past four years, there have been
a lot of highs and many, many lows.
My Christ Care group has been there for all of them. They’ve sat with us at the hospital;
they’ve let me cry with them; they’ve celebrated milestones with me. I give
thanks to God often for their friendships. I am so blessed that we found St.
Mark’s.
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