Can I admit that it’s been a tough couple of weeks? That I am grateful to my husband for keeping the blog going when I have sat in front of the computer and not known what to say?
It has been a time of watching unfairness. And grieving. And fear and fervent prayers.
Mr. Daddy’s cousin lost his beloved daughter to cancer last week. She was my age. With a toddler.
And yet, God can use it to bring good things.
As we said our nightly family prayers, we asked God to be with Crystal’s family, because they would miss her until they see her again in Heaven.
And that little boy of mine? After a conversation about Heaven and forgiveness and how Jesus loves us… well, he said the most important words he will ever speak.
He asked Jesus into his heart.
As the angels were rejoicing with Crystal’s homecoming, they were celebrating our boy’s acceptance of God’s all-expenses paid ticket to Heaven someday.
Is there any greater joy than seeing it “click” for your child? To realize that you should never underestimate what God can do in a tiny heart?
And it seemed just as quickly as we were celebrating that, the bad news began to roll in.
First, a text message:
H AND HIS WIFE WERE ROBBED AT GUNPOINT.
How chilling to see those words.
My cousin and his new bride are spending their honeymoon at an orphanage in Peru.
The thief stripped them of their camera and their new wedding rings.
A huge sigh of relief to know that they were physically safe, but shaken to realize what they had gone through.
Then another text message within 24 hours.
S FELL FROM A SECOND STORY BALCONY AND LANDED ON HIS FACE. SEVERE INJURIES.
Another cousin. One who I had just seen at my Grandmother’s surprise birthday party a few weeks ago. And when I’d shared here about the party, I had not included his picture because of the sadness in his eyes. He is tenderhearted and I love him to pieces.
I cannot help but see a little kid when I look at him. I hug him and he towers over me – but he still feels like the toddler with the mop of golden curls. I am so glad I told him how much I love him.
I don’t want to share the details of his injuries. To say that upon seeing him in the ER, his friend passed out cold - would tell you that he’s lucky to have survived.
In a profession where looks are everything, I know that he is struggling with more than just physical pain right now.
It was a terrible accident – a reminder of how quickly our life can change. I had no idea that my last words to him, “Don’t waste the hard things”, is something that I desperately hope for him right now.
Would you pray with me? Thanking God for the good things – Crystal’s Heavenly citizenship, Itty Bit’s name in God’s book, H’s physical safety, and S’s life?
Praying for the hard things – Crystal’s family who is grieving, H’s loss of the treasured rings, and S’s healing?
And because these make me smile on days that are hard… our family made some wonderful memories:
May-May and Itty Bit enjoying the chase scene
and warming up in the kitchen with a Hallmark moment. (See what I love about Cousin Wavy?)
Wishing you moments to slow down and appreciate life and family and health and God’s gifts.