“Tomorrow, if the Lord wills.”
Jen Wilkin, None Like Him
I will likely remember 2020 as a year when I had little to no control over my plans. For a planner, this is hard. But it is also good.
For everything the pandemic has taken away from me, it has given me the opportunity to acknowledge that ultimately God reigns over this huge COVID-19 infected world, as well as my small world raising a medically fragile son. I’m learning to be flexible.
Jen Wilkin says:
“We live differently when we regard the future as a place we will go ‘if the Lord wills.’” …
I’ve noticed people seem to fall into two camps during this unprecedented time in the history of our generation. By camps, I mean some people see this global pandemic as an opportunity to slow down and reset their lives. Others, struggle with isolation and boredom, wishing for it to all be over soon.
The first set of people who see this as an opportunity are enjoying the slow pace, the instantly erased schedule, and the lessened sense of guilt over not accomplishing things at a lightning-fast pace. Their to-do list has shrunk and their family time has increased. …
My son underwent a major bladder and bowel reconstructive surgery at the beginning of June. We struggled with whether or not to go forward with the surgery. It wasn’t emergency surgery, nor was a procedure we wanted to wait on much longer.
What else were we going to do this summer? All of our fun plans were canceled due to COVID-19.
I say that in jest, but truly we did not take the decision lightly. …
I get it. A global pandemic in 2020 is a huge disruption in our lives for many reasons. Our kids can’t attend school so we become teachers. Our spouses are working from home alongside us and that makes us co-workers in some strange, weird way. Our daily routines of cooking, cleaning, socializing, exercising, entertaining, worshipping, everything is flipped on its head. And it’s hard.
I find solace in hearing others share the hard parts but I also want to highlight what is good during this season of COVID-19. Because I think when it’s all said and done, we will miss it a little bit. …
Pro-life means protecting and caring for the life of a person from the beginning to the end. I think sometimes people who are pro-life get confused with being pro-birth. That is just the beginning.
Being pro-life doesn’t just mean advocating for the life of a child, but it means advocating for a child, and its mother, their whole life long.
We all might agree that being pro-life when a baby is in the womb, means being anti-abortion. But what does it mean to be pro-life once a child enters this world? Specifically, a child with disabilities.
I have a child with significant disabilities. He represents a small, yet significant, population of children who are especially vulnerable. …
“It is taking longer than I expected to set up an appointment,” I complained to the receptionist at the therapy center. This center came highly recommended.
I was expecting it to go easier — for them to verify my insurance quicker, to set up an intake evaluation sooner, to have an available therapist, and then to not deal with the therapist’s unexpected family emergency.
I caught myself thinking, not in a self-pity type of way, but in an entitled way:
Don’t they understand how hard my life is?
As if having a child with disabilities, along with various other pressures, would immediately qualify me for empathy and understanding. …
I asked my then 4-year-old if he knew what a blessing was and he said, “Yes. Mrs. V says a blessing is when a mommy and a daddy have a baby.”
That’s so sweet. He’s right. It is a blessing to have a baby. Passages of Scripture make it clear that children are a blessing from God. Even my four-year-old knew that.
“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward…How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them.” (Psalm 127:3, 5, NASB).
These are popular verses. They are tossed around in Christian circles often. In fact, I’ve heard them so often that it’s hard to not think I need to have more children in order to truly be blessed. Sometimes I find myself wondering if spiritual rewards are based on having many arrows in my quiver. And at times I’m tempted to believe that the blessing of children trumps all other blessings outlined in Scripture. …
What would it be like if you had no one to sit with you after surgery, to bring you soup and magazines and help you get back and forth to the bathroom?
How would you get along if you started to lose your memory, but had no one you trusted to help take over your financial and administrative responsibilities?
And if you were involved in a traumatic car accident and couldn’t take care of your young children. Not only would you need a caregiver, but your children also would.
We could think of countless scenarios of needing amazing caregivers.
I think about this a lot since my son was born. He was born six years ago with a rare genetic syndrome limiting his ability to function independently as he grows old. …
It’s mid-February and I’m tired of the dark, cold, wet mornings. It feels like we’re all slogging through winter, waiting for spring. Every morning I go to wake my son for school with the best intentions, but it doubtless ends in threatening him, bribing him, and finally yanking down the sheets and yelling at him to get out of bed.
The dog has to go out. Lunches need to be packed. My foot keeps sticking to something on the floor. And I’m irritated with my husband for not doing the dishes the night before as he promised. …
Whenever a doctor adds another diagnosis to the list of my son’s already complicated medical history, I don’t know how it fits. Is it just a piece of the larger puzzle that makes up who he is? Or, is it just another thing to be treated separately as per its specific symptoms?
All of the parts of Nathan that are different from the majority of people on this planet are perplexing, sometimes frustrating. I’ve come to realize that it just is. It’s all part of the mystery that is Nathan.
The verse imprinted on my memory from his early days in the…