Mom has played bunco with the same group of women for years now.These sweet, Southern Baptist ladies meet once a month for dinner, fellowship, and an extremely competitive game of rolling dice. They celebrate holidays together, dressing up in costumes for Halloween and exchange ornaments for Christmas. (Their ornament exchange is almost as intense as their bunco playing.) These ladies may get crazy, but they love each other fiercely.
They live life together – the good, the bad, and the ugly. They laugh so hard they cry (or pee their pants), and they mourn together over loss and hardship. They rally around one another in times of need, and they cover their sisters in prayer. It’s such a sweet thing to witness, and I’m thankful for these bunco ladies now more than ever.
Currently, they’re rallying around my mom. They meet her for lunch and occasionally take her out to dinner. Some are holding fundraisers to help offset medical costs. Others come over to the house to do crafts with mom. And the very brave accompany her to Target where she terrorizes unsuspecting shoppers by zipping around corners on a motorized scooter (I’m looking at you Annette Andrews).
Bunco ladies, I am so thankful for you. You are a beautiful example of both Galatians 6:2 and 1 Peter 4:10. You have all used your gifts to encourage and support my mom throughout her journey with Pulmonary Fibrosis. Your love, helpfulness, and prayers mean more to our family than you will ever know.
Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace
1 Peter 4:10