As I’m lying in this enormous bed awake in the dark, encouragement constantly streams from the words of so many through texts, letters, emails, and comments. I have to stop right now and just say thank you! And thank the Lord for how, not only does He never leave us or forsake us, but He continually reminds us with tangible evidence of His grace when we begin to doubt. Support hasn’t stopped since the moment we were given Willa’s diagnosis. And Christ’s love truly is never-failing and has not and will not cease. I am thankful that He is patient with my anxious heart, and reminds me through your words of hope that He is right beside me, closer than my skin, and feeling the weight of all of it.
There are moments I begin to believe that we are being punished, or that our situation is laughable, or deserved….but that is worldly grief. And worldly grief produces death. I want a godly grief, the kind that reminds me that I am alive, that I am a living daughter of The King. The kind that leads to salvation without regret.
For see what earnestness this godly grief has produced in you, but also what eagerness to clear yourselves, what indignation, what fear, what longing, what zeal, what punishment!
2 Corinthians 7:10-11
As Michael Scott from The Office says: “There’s grief….and then there’s good grief.” There’s my comedic relief for the moment.
When we arrive at St. Jude later this evening, I am praying that The Lord will grant me eyes to see each child and their families as another chance to lead us all to repentance. Rather than look on each patient’s situation with pity or worldly grief, I pray that I am reminded that God is revealing His goodness to and through those children and babies and teenagers too. Lord grant us a godly grief!
Look to the One who does not avoid our suffering but enters in, who does not despise our brokenness but redeems it.
May our tears of grief lead us to repentance, and may we receive refreshment for our souls. Amen.
Amanda Bible Williams, She Reads Truth
Now to check out Nashville’s best in yarn boutiques to buy us some time, err buy us some yarn…..poor Steven!