Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faith. Show all posts

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Hospital Stay, Day 13

(Grace naps a lot from the morphine and Benadryl. Best pain management is sleep I think.)

I don't know why. Last year I decided that I would memorize several old hymns. The day dream was that if I were ever captured by the Taliban then I would sing the hymns and they would be won over and all of the wars of the world would end. Strange, I know. No one was supposed to know that, but there you go.

I memorized "Great is Thy Faithfulness," and today I was singing it in the hospital elevator when I went to get my coffee. "Morning by morning, new mercies I see. All I have needed, thy hands have provided. Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me." The reverb in the elevator is excellent, by the way, so I really enjoy singing there when it's empty.

Last night, or rather at two in the morning today, Grace had to go potty. I have to carry her since she is too weak to go by herself, plus there are eight tubes and a tower connected to her right now that get very tangled. In the light of the bathroom I noticed her mouth was a bloody, gooey mess. I called in the nurse who called the doctor who ordered platelets for her. Within an hour or so she had a transfusion. The sores in her mouth ooze blood and so they will work on keeping her platelets above 20K. This is the second time in three days she's needed a platelet transfusion for the same reason.

Yesterday I was cranky, lonely, bored, and tired. I was so ready to go home and be a family again. But when she needed the platelets all I could think was how grateful I was. All my anger and frustration melted, none of it mattered anymore. I am so grateful to the person who donated the platelets. And for the nurse who acted promptly. And for the doctor who was up all night so the order could go through. And the blood bank person who made sure it was a good match for Grace. I was overwhelmed with gratitude that all these people are protecting my daughter.

This morning God acted in His faithfulness to help Grace. He didn't look at my unfaithfulness, He worked off His own goodness and His promises to me and my family. I wish we weren't here. I wish Grace wasn't in constant pain. I wish a lot of things right now. But what matters is that she needs help and God has us in a place surrounded by people who are helping. His mercy is all we have needed, and He has certainly provided.

(I miss my boys)

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Opposite Gods


(Grace and Luke having a hospital visit snack. Not really related to the post topic but I thought I'd share all the same.)

I've been reading Beth Moore's "Jesus the One and Only." She writes about the Gospel of Luke and yesterday's reading focused on the widow's son that Jesus resurrected as well as John the Baptist's death.


Luke 7:11 
Soon afterward Jesus went with his disciples to the village of Nain, and a large crowd followed him. A funeral procession was coming out as he approached the village gate. The young man who had died was a widow’s only son, and a large crowd from the village was with her. When the Lord saw her, his heart overflowed with compassion. “Don’t cry!” he said. Then he walked over to the coffin and touched it, and the bearers stopped. “Young man,” he said, “I tell you, get up.” Then the dead boy sat up and began to talk! And Jesus gave him back to his mother. Great fear swept the crowd, and they praised God, saying, “A mighty prophet has risen among us,” and “God has visited his people today.” And the news about Jesus spread throughout Judea and the surrounding countryside.

Moore points out that no one in the crowd asked for a miracle, but that this miracle is completely driven by Jesus' compassion alone. He went to touch the coffin (a massive Jewish taboo) and brought the boy back to life with one word. She writes that, "Jesus ran into a woman (the mom) in hopeless despair and just reacted with what came most naturally to him-- healing mercy...I believe we have a small glimpse into what Christ would do in every one of our despairing situations if a greater plan was not at stake..."

The next chapter deals with John the Baptist's questioning if Jesus was the Messiah. Moore writes that John did know that Jesus was the Messiah, he had just baptized Jesus and saw heaven open on Him a few months before. She points out that John sent his followers to question Jesus while John was on death row in jail. Jesus replied,

Luke 7:22 
“Go back to John and tell him what you have seen and heard—the blind see, the lame walk, the lepers are cured, the deaf hear, the dead are raised to life, and the Good News is being preached to the poor. And tell him, ‘God blesses those who do not turn away because of me.’”

Moore writes, "John had heard the wonders Christ had done for others. I think maybe his faith was shaken because he could have used a wonder for himself, and he didn't appear to be getting it. John knew with his head that Jesus was the Messiah. Sitting in that prison cell, I think he was having a little trouble knowing it in his heart." Jesus didn't rescue John. His was the one request in the Gospels for a miracle that Jesus denies. 

As a kid I was afraid of "God" of the old testament who punished and judged and asked Abraham to sacrifice his son on an alter. When I was in college I fell in love with Jesus. The Jesus who touched the dirty and poor and surrounded himself with kids, who bought my forgiveness at a great personal price and showed me the compassionate and gentle side of God. And Jesus is God. 

Years ago I had been taught that God always wants our good, our success and our prosperity and if we lack those things in our lives it is because we lack faith, not because God allows pain. I know God doesn't cause evil, I know that He is the definition of good, of beautiful even. But He clearly allows disease, pain and death. I know He allows it because Grace is still sick. God has the capacity to overturn evil at every opportunity and chooses not to...though sometimes He does and one day will permanently. 

I wrestled with what I had read the whole long drive home from the hospital last night. How can the God who allows suffering in His divine plan be the same God who suffers immensely when He sees His humans suffering? But Biblically it adds up. The Prophets whom God esteemed are thought to have all been martyred. Many of the early Christian converts were killed brutally. Paul and Peter and James were all executed. And conversely we see that Jesus, being the exact likeness of the Father, weeps and reaches out to comfort those in mourning. 

Grace having Leukemia allowed God to reintroduce himself to me. Last night in the car He risked showing me that He is both. He is both the God who is not afraid to use our suffering to bring about a bigger plan of good, as well as the God who is moved with a compassion so deep in his soul that He enters into our pain, even taking it onto himself as his own burden. 

The reason it was a risky move for God to reveal this to me is that it puts Grace on the line. It means that if I continue to follow Him, I will have to trust Him to choose what is right for Grace. Not me. I will have to trust that He is good because of who He is, not just for what He does for me. It's the scariest faith, and I was terrified.

But where else could I go? He alone has the words of life. And all that is good in my life, all that is beautiful, all that is solid and real and true...all those things exist in my life because of Jesus. Even that my kids exist, it's because of Jesus. He has shown Himself good to me so many times before.

So I'm still in. I told Him so last night. And suddenly I could pray for Grace again, in the way I've been wanting to. Somehow the dam broke and I can pray, probably because I now have a better idea who I am praying to, and knowing better what to pray for. I can pray for God to be involved without holding back in fear that He won't answer my prayer. I can pray for her with all my heart, trusting that God is both compassionate and who is writing a story that will make Grace's life and death something eternally worthwhile.

I feel I know Jesus better today, I know more who He really is. And that is a treasure, costly bought.