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The juxtaposition of so many different feelings -- sadness, unbelief, shock, hope, gratitude, anger, and others -- is difficult to describe. I guess it is a burden, in the most literal sense: a load that is carried.
I am grateful to God for all the people who have offered support during this time. They cannot take the burden, it is mine to carry, but they can certainly make the journey better. So thank you, God, for all these kind and supportive folks. They remind me of what Job's friends should have been doing. Thank you, also, to each one of you, you know who you are.
I can't imagine being where all of you are now. If ever it feels like people are distant, that's why--we humans are just not very good at wrapping our heads around our own mortality. And we're eternally fearful of saying the wrong thing and making everyone feel worse. And so, we choose not to say anything. Who said humans were rational?
ReplyDeletePlease know that there are many, many people out here thinking of your mom and your whole family every day, keeping you in prayer. We might not know how to say it, but we're here.
I pray for your mom's healing and comfort, whether that means for a short time to come or a miracle of many, many more years. Chemo is no picnic, and I pray she'll have far more good days than bad ones. I pray she feels surrounded and buoyed up by love at every moment. I pray for all of you to find peace.
But my favorite prayer is for those small, simple, but precious moments of uninhibited joy that happen even when things seem the most bleak. Beauty and humor and just the quiet companionship of shared experience are gifts and blessings. Embrace them!