Chicken soup.

Simple.  Comforting.  Love in a bowl.

When a friend, sensing an unspoken need for help, brought dinner in a few weeks ago, I was embarrassed.  I felt guilty.  I tried to talk her out of it.

Surely her schedule was just as busy as mine, her kids just as needy, her laundry just as dirty.

She didn’t ask if she could bring dinner in.  She insisted.

A true friend.

Kind.  Thoughtful.  Charitable.

The next time I sense that someone needs help, I’m not going to “ask,” because they’ll invariably say “no.”  I’m just going to “do.”