We got to meet our new nephew today. He’s precious and perfect and such a miracle – all babies are. But, I just love newborn boys……and how you can tell what they are going to look like when they are old men. 🙂
I have been so blessed with wonderful neices and nephews. And I just love being and auntie….especially the crazy, fun auntie who always comes with presents.
And, just for good measure, I have to show off the rest of the kiddos. I know I’m a bit biased, but this is one good looking crew.
No, not good. Abso-freaking-lutely amazing.
After getting the news that Dylan might not make it through the night on Monday, my group of “virtual” friends rallied together to do something incredible. We have one mom in our midst whose daughter has battled cancer as well. Karen and Heide (Dylan’s mom) have become quite close over the last year and a half as they both fought for their children’s lives. Karen desperately wants to go to the memorial service (in Albany, NY — she lives in Orlando, FL), when the time comes – to be a support for Heide – but money is tight for them, as they have mountains of medical bills. Here’s where it gets amazing.
In just under 48 hours, this group of women raised almost $800 to send Karen to NY when the time is right. This will pay for an airline ticket as well as provide money to cover expenses. I happened to be the one who collected the money – and every time an email would come in telling me my paypal account had yet another contribution, I would get tears in my eyes. Today, I barely kept my composure at the post office as I sent the VISA gift card off to Karen.
All I can think is that THIS is what it means to live missionally. Many of these women don’t claim to be Christians – and yet, in moments like these…they are living exactly as Christ would have them live. It’s these times that I have the opportunity to gently evangelize to them. I was even able to work with one woman who I have had quite a falling out with to secure the airline ticket….and everyone else got to be a fly on the wall and watch Christ work in that situation.
On another note, Dylan continues to AMAZE the doctors. After being as sick as they thought he could possibly be, God has graciously given he and his family more time. And, today, he was able to go home from the hospital. I don’t know how long he will have, but I do know that God is being glorified in every possible way through this little boy. And, I am honored and priviledged to be a part of it.
I got a new ‘do the other day. It was a long time coming and I spent way too much money….but I figure that I’ve probably saved enough in NOT getting my hair cut over the years to justify it. The
stylist, “designer”, William sat down and talked to me about me and my daily routine to determine what style would be the easiest and most flattering – and most importantly, matched my personality. I felt like I was in an episode of “What Not to Wear” as he turned me around to see the new creation in the mirror. I got tears in my eyes and said “I feel like ‘me’ again”. And, I have to tell you – it’s easy to get used to people telling you how good you look. Over the past 6 days, the adjective that has been used to describe the new look is “sassy”. So, William nailed it. Sassy it is.
There is no appropriate title for this post.
Dylan is coming to the end of his journey. I knew this day would come – but there is no way to prepare for the death of a child. He’s 8. He’s not supposed to die. He’s supposed to be running around with endless energy driving his mother crazy. It makes me sad and angry. And, I can’t stand hearing people try to explain it away. I know they mean well, but it doesn’t make anyone feel any better to hear “It’s God’s plan”. Yes, I believe that God works everything out for his good purposes (Romans 8:28), but I don’t picture God sitting in heaven deciding that he’s going to break a mother’s heart. No. I believe that God is grieving, too.
I wish I had something eloquent to say. But really, it just sucks.
Please pray that Dylan and his family will have a peace that passes all understanding.