Each day brings with it great possibility and great mystery. Each day is filled with Goodness and Mercy. The thickness of His Presence is felt in each moment.
I’ll spare you the recap of the past 130+ days, but will give you a small taste of the last 7.
Friday: Rehearsal Dinner For My Oldest Son. My left hand still bears 2 burn marks from the fury of cooking an epic Mexican Throwdown in honor of the beautiful couple. My son. His new bride. My family beautifully expanding as June 2016 brings a beautiful new granddaughter and a new daughter to the garden of my life. The dinner was sweetly kissed by the presence of a God who loves, pursues, and delights in us.
Saturday: Recover From Rehearsal Dinner. Time to emotionally commit to my Mother of the Groom Dress and learn words to song my son and daughter-in-law asked me to “sing” at their wedding. I visit my new baby granddaughter at Children’s CPCU, where she is fighting in the HLHS post-Norwood Procedure Eating Challenge. “Go Elsy!”.
Sunday: My Son’s Wedding Day. The tangible realization of how sacred and beautiful life is. The sweetness of family and friends. I would like to say I carried myself with grace and dignity, but the truth is: I broke wide open during the Mother/Son dance. People use the term ‘ugly cry’ so flippantly these days. I broke wide open. A breaking of gratitude for his very life and for the privilege of being able to love him so abundantly. Because of his life, I am deeper, more compassionate, more empathetic and more understanding. He made me better. Thank you, God.
Monday: “Recover” From Wedding. Put on my big girl pants and go to work like a reasonable, professional, godly woman.
Tuesday: Elsy’s Homecoming. 10:00am text from daughter with words like “car seat challenge…pulse ox machine…discharge happening…we’re coming home…are you available to head down soon?…we could fill up your car with a few things to bring home…” I responded in a perfectly reasonable fashion. More Goodness and Mercy.
Hours later (same day): Driving Home With Elsy on I-70 in Epic Rain Storm. While following Amanda and Jeremy home, their car breaks down at the Harlan Exit with my new granddaughter in the back seat, having survived open-heart surgery and a miraculous recovery. Oh the humanity! The almighty, towering injustice of it all! It’s safe to say my hysterical back-to-back-to-back 911 calls might some day be entertaining fodder. I wasn’t angry, exactly. My voice was calm. Like a furious fireball of calm, destroying everything in sight. When the officer finally showed up and asked ‘ma’am, are you with the hit-and-run or with the infant-on-oxygen?’, I gently replied, ‘the infant-on-oxygen, and I need her safely transferred to my car. Right now. Thank you so much.’ Way to shut down I-70, Elsy!
Wednesday: Recover From Driving Home With Elsy on I-70 and Help Elsy’s Amazing Parent’s Get Settled At Home. Holding my infant granddaughter at home felt as though I were being brought back to life, like a wilting plant being watered. I could see color seeping back into the world.
Thursday: Return Elsy to Hospital With Low Pulse Ox Saturation Numbers. This time I’m truly calm, because we are intimate with the God who is with us when we pass through the waters and walk through the fire. The phrase that is ‘You don’t really know Jesus is all you need until Jesus is all you have’ is no longer cliché.
Friday: Visit Elsy and Her Parents. At 6:30 am, I begin this day by returning to the familiarity of the CPCU, perched at Elsy’s side, whispering and declaring Psalm 59 over my precious, ladybug girl. Patiently waiting to kiss her pumpkin empanada lips again. Trusting the Healer to bring her through. Knowing He will.