When I was 15 almost 16, I thought the hardest thing I would ever have to do was to move from where my family lives in Virginia Beach to where we live now. I thought I wouldn't survive it. I thought I would hate my parents forever.
When I was 19 going on 20, I thought that the hardest thing that I would ever have to do was to get through college and figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I thought I wouldn't ever know "who" I was and I spent a lot of time figuring that out, and not always in the best ways.
When I was 22, I thought the hardest thing I would ever have to do was find a man who would want me after all the crap I had done. I didn't think it was possible for a man to love me. I made fun of those who tried. I gave up when I realized Blair actually did love me.
When I was 22, I thought that the hardest thing I would ever have to go through was losing a baby at nine weeks. I thought my heart would irrevocably break and I wouldn't ever be able to function again. I spent months crying and asking Why, and forgetting God's control. I was terrified when I found out we were pregnant with Ellie, convinced that if "it" would happen again, I'd never recover.
When I was 23, I thought the hardest thing I would ever have to do was to survive the birth of my daughter. I thought that I would never feel like me again and thought that Blair and I would never be "us" again.
When I was 24, I thought the hardest thing I would ever go through was a second miscarriage. This one I would push down, hide my feelings, run away so that I didn't have to feel. I felt jaded, cheated...this had already happened once...I couldn't wrap my brain around the fact that it was happening again.
Now. Here I am at 25, with a month old son still in the hospital after he had open heart surgery.
Why is this hysterical?
Because each of those things were the hardest things when I was going through them. Each thing stretched me and pushed me and amazingly, I got through EACH thing. Regardless of that fact that I thought I never would. Looking back, I realize how short term each of those things were. How temporary. How amazing. How God used those things to shape me into be more like Christ. How I grew.
"For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison".
-2 Corinthians 4:17
The days have dragged on for us. Each one blending into the next. I cannot believe we've been here for a month. I cannot believe my son is a month old. I keep thinking that the "hard" parts are over only to get slammed with another hurdle we have to overcome. Another hurdle my son has to overcome. Some days, man does this get to me.
Monday was so rough for me. I'm not sure where my heart was or my head were, but it wasn't right. It certainly wasn't focused on the Lord. I felt defeated, scared, frustrated, and weary. I crawled into my husbands arms and he held me while I cried, while I told him over and over again, "I just wish we were all home, I just feel useless, I just want to take this from our son."
In those deep secret moments it is hard to remember that this is a light momentary affliction. It is hard to remember that one day, something else will come into our lives and I will think, "This is the hardest thing I've ever gone through." It is hard to remember that one day I will look back on this and see God's hand through it all, not that I'm not seeing it now.
In the midst of the storms though, we often forget that sun light ever existed.
It does though.
Already I am seeing God shape me. Already I am seeing God use our son's life to touch others. Already I am growing from this experience, in ways I never thought possible. God's glory is profound and will not be stopped. I see it.
Seeing it and feeling it though are two different things.
I am fighting every day to make sure that my heart and head collide, and when they do, I make sure that the Truth is there. I have to or else I'd go mad...
When I think of how I felt that summer I was 15...I laugh at my younger self. How silly...to think moving would break me. I want to tell my fifteen year old self, "Just wait, ten years from now you will watch your child struggle to hold onto his very life...shut up and move. You're fine." At the same time...for me, then, it was the hardest thing I've done. I needed to go through that to know how to process my emotions. Do you know what I did then, to help myself cope? I wrote, painted, and colored.
Do you know what I am doing now, to help myself cope? I am writing, painting, and coloring. (Seriously...I hand out coloring pages to his nurses all the time...they think I'm a genius and I let them think that...)
My point is...life is hard. We go through things that we think we will never make it through. We struggle and cry and rage and have good days and bad days. We think our hearts will break and never be whole again. We think that we have nothing left to give. We think that we are at the end of our strength.
But...we do make it through. We do survive. We do love again. We are made Whole. We do have more strength than we could ever imagine.
On the worst days here, I repeat that verse to myself. Light. Momentary.
The Glory that this little family will see at the end of this...all I can hope and pray is that we bring people closer to Christ. We share our struggles and joys and I share these thoughts and emotions. Don't miss what I'm saying. Don't miss Who is getting me through this. Don't miss Who is healing our son.
This is hard. As of right now, it's the hardest thing I've ever gone through.
So I can't help but be on the edge of my seat to see what God will ask of me next...
I can't help but wonder...will I ever think back on this time and think "Man, that was nothing compared to this!"
Maybe. Maybe not.
All I know is that I wasn't promised that it would ever be easy, only that He would walk with me through it. I take a lot of comfort in that.
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