Don't Miss the Small Stuff
13 Mar 2017
Today a sweet family lost a beautiful 19 year old to brain cancer. This young lady battled the disease since she was 8 years old and her parents traveled the long, horrific medical journey with her. Broken hearted I am sure. Willing to change places in a heartbeat. But today, everything culminated in a letting go.
I do not know this family but my heart tells me I do. I have cried reading her Mom's posts from the Hospice room. I have stared at the pictures on social media of her smiling face and found it hard not to imagine if that were my daughter. My daughter is a healthy sixteen year old, overseas this week to share the Gospel and play international volleyball with her high school teammates. She is serving at a Christian camp, competing against other athletes and sleeping in a comfortable bed. She is not in Hospice. And it made me think.
Maybe it's my age and the menopause that makes me grumble. At least that's what I like to tell myself as I turn irritable, weeping and plain out grumpy. Just this week I stewed and ranted like a lunatic over I don't even remember what. My temper short, my words unkind and my poor, poor me attitude felt justified at the moment. But when the day was done, it was for nothing and now, I can't even remember what prompted it in the first place!
While her husband cradled their dying child, her pain so great she had to leave the room, she could not sit and watch as her child choked to death, gasping for air, struggling to breathe. She wrote heart wrenching words, pleading for the Lord to take her precious child and spare her baby the suffering. I cried. I realized I take way too much for granted and I wished I could have sat with this Mom and held her hand.
This young lady is now walking with the Lord and for the first time in a very long time, she is pain free. Her last wish was to donate her brain to her physicians at John Hopkins to perhaps help keep other children from the same suffering. Although devastated, her parents know they will see their precious treasure again and I pray they take comfort in that truth. But Mom and Dad still hurt. Time will not make that easier but the hope they have will help them endure.
I got to thinking about my husband, my daughter, my parents, brother, my entire family, my friends - my life in general. I have stopped many times today and just prayed, "Forgive me Lord for my grumbling. For being a dark spot and shadow rather than a light for Your kingdom. Forgive me my poor attitude over stupid things, foolish things. Let me not take any moment for granted but let me seek out the best of all that surrounds me and let me be a light so that others might see you. Thank you for loving me even when I am so unlovable."
Stop. Consider. Say "I love you" more. Treasure everyday you are given - don't squander it away with useless nonsense and complaining. Don't make mountains out of a tiny grain of sand. Extend a hand to someone in need. Be kind. Speak a word of encouragement rather than a grumble. Smile. Pray more. These things are contagious and spread for good. These things touch hearts and souls.
Pray for those you love. Pray also for those whose sorrows, heartaches and needs cross your path. You do not need to know all the details or even the people. You just need to pray for them. The Lord knows and He will meet them where they need it most.