There is a family, Rob and June, at the church who have befriended the shepherd and me. They have two children who have been afflicted with devastating illnesses. They are not far removed from it all, but in fact fear for their daughter who is now expecting a baby.
We have exchanged several meaningful conversations about parenting the chronically ill. When I wrote the post, I was thinking about June as well as remembering the comfort of a Psalm. I emailed April a copy of my post.
This is the email I received today.
I’ve been racing through my email this morning and stopped in my tracks upon reading your amazing account of a mother’s heart during a time I can so identify with. While I didn’t journal, much of my time was spent in the Psalms where I too found solace and balm for the fear and guilt I wrestled with-Who sinned, the child or the parents? And I was sure it was punishment for everything wrong I’d ever done. And Jesus reminded me the answer was “neither”, I was asking the wrong questions~ but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him. How does that work? I’m still pondering all this…
I value your candor SW, and my heart beats with yours when it comes to these precious children trusted to our care and all that they are teaching us. The mystery and wonder of God’s care for us, for our children amidst the blood counts, the brown pee, the vomiting, hair loss, the pain of finding fresh flesh for new IV’s and helplessness to take away the needles and poisons that will destroy in order for life to flourish. It is a paradox… still processing and you ~my friend~ are appreciated for sharing your journal and the Psalm’s with me. You are loved!
It was such a great feeling to feel like I have had opportunity to matter in influence this week. It was good.
Powerful. I love that family!