Friday, October 2, 2015


As of this week, James is now 75% of the way done with chemo.


Nine out of twelve.

Only three more to go.

We are getting there, friends! 

Sometimes, when life feels like a slow plod, when your calling has been reduced to "persevere," when there's physical pain and repeated prayers for mercy, maybe the best we can do is count down towards the finish. 

And yet, there is more. There's always more. There's prayer, and conversations, and drawing pictures of Bible stories while gathered around the kitchen table. There's lunches to be made, backpacks to be slung (either onto a shoulder or onto the floor), and pets to feed. Spelling words, timed tests, leaf collections, and Team Umizoomi. And laundry. There's always laundry.  (We applaud you, laundry, for your unrelenting faithfulness to accumulate!) Milkshakes, paints, tub toys, and bed time stories. Drugs that work, caffeinated coffee, and Shapiro's desserts. (Sigh.) Cards in the mail, meals with friends, and the kindness of strangers. And some days, there's even a parade where, if you're Lydia, you put on a rainbow clown wig and throw candy in the streets.

In the last analysis, all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.
~Frederick Buechner 

The people who survived the sword found grace in the wilderness;
When Israel sought for rest, the Lord appeared to him from far away.
I have loved you with an everlasting love;
Therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you.
~Jeremiah 31:2-3

These are our days of surviving the sword and finding instead His grace, love, and faithfulness. We seek rest and find (instead) that His very presence fills our lives. So we do more than plod. We sing, we laugh, we turn our eyes towards heaven, and we give thanks. 

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