At the church bar-b-que this evening I learned that a dear friend had fallen in the night and broken her shoulder. The rescue team had to break her bedroom window to get in to her apartment. My reaction was "She needs to give one of us a key." And in that moment I realized what was the beauty of the church that I attend. We watch for each other's soul. We truly care about one another. It's because of this trait of my church that I was able to raise a daughter as a single mother with multiple chronic conditions. I can always call the church and someone will step up. At times it's my turn to step up, but we are there for each other. We don't walk in this alone. I will talk to my friend and ask her to give someone close by a key so that we can always come to her aide. I will do it, but it doesn't have to be me. There are several of us who live within a few minutes of her. Still, it's a beautiful thing that we have, and what makes it better is that it isn't even a closed loop. Our church is in a state of growth at the moment. We have so many new people coming in that it is hard for me to keep up. It is hard to know their needs, but we try. Not that we are intrusive, but if a need arises it is just natural for someone in the church to rise to the occasion. We just assume responsibility for each other. It's a lot to be thankful for.