Angels and breastmilk......

Often times in life the most shocking traumas are followed by an outpouring of God's love, through the hands of perfect strangers.  I was blessed to witness such an event today.
Last night, a dear friend of mine lived through every mother's worst nightmare.  Her home, her sacred sanctuary, was broken into.  She arose to investigate, and was visciously stabbed repeatedly.  Her infant son, thankfully, slept soundly in the bed she had just vacated.  Although she lost dangerous amounts of blood, she survived and is in recovery now.
Her most pressing thought, upon awakening this morning, was the care and feeding of her son.  He is nursed exclusively, and she couldn't handle the thought of putting him on formula while she recovered.  She could not relax, or sleep, until she knew that her son would be taken care of.  Sadly, I did not have milk on hand to provide for her, so I called a few of the ladies I have met recently.  It was at this point that God took over, and provided for her! Within a few hours of the call I made, deliveries began coming to her door.  In total, by the end of the day, she had received over 100 ounces of frozen breast milk... the exact amount that she will need to tide her son through her recovery period.  We also had the phone numbers of three generous women who have offered to provide more if she needs it.  Wow. I was completely humbled and awed by this experience.  All in all, we received milk and love and blessings from ten women who were complete strangers to either of us. They walked in and out of that door today like angels.... God's own messengers of personal and intimate love.