I wrote a post on Wednesday about my dad and his journey with MSA. I hit publish while sitting in my bed, right before I got the kids up and off to school. By the time I got on the road to head to Tennessee, the response and comments, texts and emails were overwhelming. I basically cried for 7 straight hours. Every time I looked at my phone there was a comment, word of encouragement or promise of prayer. I’ve received texts or messages from friends from entirely different seasons of mine or my parents life, who have been touched in one way or another by them. I had a Starbucks e-card in my inbox by 9am on Wednesday morning for the drive back. People who have known our family for years have shared, commented and reached out to my mom this week, just to encourage her. Friends took my kids and sweet littles wrote cards and notes. They drew pictures ya’ll. My heart is so full. I can not even begin to tell you how much it has all meant. I had no idea when I hit that button the response would be so sweet.
To skim past this outpouring of love would be so unfair.
So, thank you. Thank you for taking the time to write and call and text. I know the wide and vast world of social media can be a bit of a pain sometimes, but it can also bring enormous blessings. You showed up. Strangers and friends all just to let us know you care. And that is so incredibly humbling.
“We can improve our relationships with others by leaps and bounds if we become encouragers instead of critics.”
— Joyce Meyer
When you walk hard roads and people show up, it makes you want to do the same in return. Because that’s really what we are called to do for each other. As Joyce Meyer said, to be encouragers instead of critics. We have to get beyond ourselves to think of and do for someone else. This can be so hard. The kids and jobs and school and assignments and crazy of our lives can so easily take over our sight. It can keep us from seeing. And I pray our eyes stay open, that my eyes stay open, to the hurt and pain and even the joy and excitement of the things happening in the lives of all those around me. That when you cry, I cry. When you celebrate success I celebrate with you. Bearing each other’s burdens and sharing in one another’s delights. That’s living. That’s the body of Christ. And that’s my prayer for myself, and for you. Thank you for reminding me this week just what that looks like.
“Dying for something is easy because it is associated with glory. Living for something is the hard thing. Living for something extends beyond fashion, glory, or recognition. We live for what we believe.” ~Donald Miller
We live for what we believe. And I believe that God is good and He is working all things together. Your love and support this week will be part of this story, of dad’s story and our families story. So thank you for it all. I am so blessed by the relationships that have come from this silly little blog that I have grown to love so much. Thank you for taking the time to sit down and read. You are loved and appreciated. And my dad is a testimony of what it means to live what you believe.
He is in the final stages of his fight with MSA, but still hanging on. Still loving the taste of a root beer float and the sights and visits from his kids and grands. Only God knows how long He has. He’s a fiercely determined man and has always been a bit stubborn. So we will wait on God’s timing and enjoy the time we have with each other now, because it is sweet.
Thank you again from the bottom of my heart.