This morning, my mom and I went to the Parkinson’s Christmas party. We saw that one of the new-comers was a couple that we sit behind in church, so we went over and chatted with them for a while. We see them almost every week, but sometimes the husband who has Parkinson’s does not attend. We didn’t know until today that was the disease he was battling, though my mom suspected. The woman was just super grateful that we had gone to say hello and made them feel welcome by seeing a familiar face.

I Found God today in a familiar face.