I knew that I knew you, but now I know who you are…

For the past 10 years, Steve and I have been members of Traders Point Christian Church in Whitestown.  TPCC is a very large church with a growing attendance of 3,000+ each Sunday.  With a church that size, it can be a little difficult to learn names in addition to faces.

In December of 2010, TPCC became formally affiliated with Response Church.  Response serves a neighborhood of low-income families and individuals and the homeless in Downtown Indianapolis.  Steve and I have been attending/serving at Response since the first of this year.

A few weeks ago, I served as a volunteer for a special womens event at Response, and several women from TPCC were there to serve, as well.  When I first arrived, I spent a few minutes socializing with a TPCC member I recognized, but I couldn’t remember her name.  (Note to self, re-introduce myself to people more often.)

As the ladies from the neighborhood arrived, we stayed busy greeting them and getting to know some of them.  I noticed one of the ladies was pushing a stroller with an oxygen tank hanging from it, so I gravitated toward her.  I discovered that her 8 week-old baby girl was born with Down Syndrome, and her daughter needed the oxygen due to apnea.

I told her about Sammy and offered to hold her baby if she needed any help during the evening.  I was thrilled when she took me up on my offer!  Holding that sweet little baby was a precious blessing to me.

Later in the evening as the event was drawing to a close, I had an opportunity to again chat with the TPCC member I had spoken with earlier in the evening.  When I approached her, she confessed something to me that brought me happiness.  She said that she also had recognized me when I arrived, but she couldn’t remember my name either.  She said that when she looked over and saw me holding the baby, it suddenly clicked with her as to who I am.  Sammy’s mom.

Almost everyone at TPCC knew who Sammy was, and as a result, they knew who we were.  We were Sammy’s parents, and it is so heartwarming to be recognized and remembered that way.

Holding Sammy at 8-weeks old