“'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future. '” — Jeremiah 29:1
As I type this we have a basement full of joyful teen girls. I can hear them giggling and sharing stories. Earlier they gave one friend the surprise of her life with a party for her birthday. Every moment like this that Cecilia can participate in, that I can witness, is a gift.
Earlier today Cecilia and I walked into the infusion center at Mott. A bustling place filled with children suffering from various afflictions. Most have cancer, some sickle cell anemia or other blood disorders. All of them are warriors. I pondered at how I used to be intimidated and overwhelmed by all of the ins and outs of the hospital life. From the parking to the check in to the food and everything in between. Now somehow I have become accustomed to it. Yet the children there and their families pull at my heartstrings harder than ever. I have this overwhelming urge to embrace every single one, to cry with them, laugh with them, pray with them. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I just beg the Lord to lift their burdens, heal their bodies and their minds, preserve their lives.
As someone else's blood moved through the IV tubing into my daughter's veins and we shopped for the party tonight and talked of random things we would stop at the sound of a child in pain, mouth words of prayer and empathy to each other and then move on with our conversations.
My mind wandered several hours in as Cecilia slept off and on waiting for release. Our end, or the end of this part, is in sight. Time served will be on our record soon. Perhaps there will be another leg of the race, a different one. Or perhaps our only hospital experiences from now on will be labs and scans every few months.
We look ahead to college applications, vocation possibilities, love and life and we know that no matter what lay ahead we have a future with hope. Hope for health, love, life, healing, and laughter.
Tonight the cool autumn wind was blowing on my face as I walked through the neighborhood at sunset. At nearly 51 years old I've lived alot of these seasons but this, I think, is the best one. A new awareness of the gift of every moment of everyday. All the colors seem sharper somehow, smells are stronger, my love and appreciation of God has grown exponentially. Through all the heartache, pain, suffering, and unknown He has been there, he has cast His blessings down whether in pouring rain or life giving sunshine. Through all the amazing people we have met, the sorrows we have witnessed, the pain we haven't been able to understand. He is always, always there.
My oldest son, Brandon, is a photographer and took the girls out for Senior photos yesterday. The result was incredible. 8 months ago I was unsure if this would every happen, if she would be able to stand on her own ever again yet here she is doing all the things and smiling through it all (mouth sores and all). Praise the Lord for His goodness!
We go back to Mott on Monday for our second to last chemo treatment and then again next Monday for our LAST one. Please pray that her HGB will be high enough to keep her on track. Jesus, we trust in YOU! Thank you, friends. Thank you all. We pray for you everyday and will forever.