My mom’s mom died of breast cancer at 60. My mom was my age at the time, with two little kids at home. I was only 3, so I remember very little of this traumatic time for my mom.
She purchased this ugly little statue during this time. I never knew where he came from, but she shared with me today that she bought it for her mom. She told her that if love alone could cure, she would be healed and home.
We brought this statue to my dad’s ICU room today.
Tonight I also had the privilege of watching two of my kiddos in their school Christmas service, singing and sharing about the star of Bethlehem that led shepherds to a tiny baby who became the sacrifice for our salvation.
We’ve been practicing their songs and memory on the school drives for so long that both their little brothers knew the words too! My family also had the blessings of receiving hugs and encouragement and Scripture (and cookies!) from many in our church and school community tonight. The support from so many leaves me humbled and in awe. Truly I am witnessing over and over loving thy neighbor.
For God so loves the world He gave His one and only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. – John 3:16
We all have prayed so, so hard for miraculously healing. Our family has reached the point in my dad’s treatment where we cannot continue, and so my beautiful, blessed father will get to spend this Christmas the most wonderful way imaginable: with his Heavenly Father. He will receive the guaranteed miracle, eternal life. He will be free from pain and suffering on this sinful earth. He will get to sing forever, with all the saints who have gone before: his parents who he hasn’t seen for half a century. His stepmother, my Granny Pat. His best friend Steve. My grandpa Roy, who died this past summer. My grandma Carrie, and my mom’s mom, Grandma Gerry, who last held me when I was a toddler. And so many others who we all still miss on earth.
If love could cure…But it has. God’s love in His perfect Son, whose birth we celebrate this season, is the cure for all pain and suffering and death.
I know so many people I know and love and those I don’t know have been reading these updates, and I know this isn’t the update you may want. My family will certainly need added physical support in the coming weeks. Please keep praying for my mom, my brother and his family, my husband who is still deployed and wishing desperately he could be with us, my parents’ siblings, the six young grandkids, and of course our extended congregation and community who will begin to grieve during this usually happy season.
Oh yes, and pray for me too. Thank you.
Soli Deo Gloria.