My path has been characterized by less-than-desirable circumstances lately, and when the light shines brightly, even the most frustrating of hindrences can be sidestepped or overcome… But on the grey days or in the dark of night, when the sun is hidden and doubt creeps in, it is all too easy to lose sight of the blessings, stumble in the low light and take a header over one of these bumps in the road. Sunday night I found myself sprawled on my bed, not sure if I wanted to cry out to my Creator or just have a good cry. Sometimes it’s hard, this life.
Mom has been in a lot of pain. She was in the hospital for several days, and then we were able to bring her home. Now the pain is back. She doesn’t want to go back to the hospital, she says they won’t do anything for her there. She appears to be content to simply live out her days under our roof. And I am committed to protecting my children. They are so very young. I am walking a fine line where respecting her wishes still overlaps with doing what is best for M&P. I feel as though the two will not overlap for much longer. I’m weary, and she is, too.
On the heels of Mom’s hospital visit, Miles bravely endured a stomach bug that shifted straight into suffering an upper respiratory infection. Piper avoided the stomach bug, but fell prey to a different virus. For days and days, the wretched virus caused her body to fight with a fever that just wouldn’t stop. After several visits to the pediatrician and an eventual pneumonia diagnosis, she went on an antibiotic and is now well on her way to recovery. The cough lingers, but her energy is up and that makes this mama very happy. While my heart breaks for my mom as she struggles, the fear for a sick child can be paralyzing. We were not designed to live in fear, but it is so very easy to slip into dwelling there.
But then Miles and I went to breakfast Monday. Though we are regulars at the Waffle Shop, it was a particularly joyful morning for the two of us. After his parent-teacher conference, we walked, hand in hand, into a familiar diner with friendly faces all around. He set up his little cars, just like he always does. He ordered his regular selection (pancake with strawberries & whipped cream with a sprinkling of miniature chocolate chips) and then received a tiny container of miniature chocolate chips from his favorite server, Miss Becka. As he tackled the whipped cream on top of the pancake first, I had a tangible physical feeling of being blessed. Yes, mom still has a brain tumor. Yes, Piper is fighting a bug. But there is still so much joy in this life.
Sometimes the most ordinary of moments can realign my senses and bring me back to where I belong. And when I can see the joy again, the light starts to return everywhere.
And fear has no home in my heart.
And things are better, even if the circumstances haven’t changed.