Thoughts on Young Lives
I was hit hard by a mom's post today on Truth. You see, her daughter - a vital, darling child - is facing an uncertain future, and the truth of the matter is a tough concept. I admire this mother, this minister, this woman for moving so carefully and thoughtfully into what may come. I ache for this family and every day they wake to face life with cancer, yet giggle at the lovely, funny videos of their daughter and her siblings laughing and playing. This little girl is the picture of joy.
Strangely, this coincides with my continued ache and selfish grief over the illness of Rev. Dr. Forrest Church... I am selfish because I will miss his writings and his kind and quick wit... yet he has given such a gift in facing the knowledge of his certain future: Love and Death: My Journey through the Valley of the Shadow. He has given so much - and has found such joy in doing so.
The common theme I see in these two common yet utterly uncommon people is that they have chosen to take up the mantle of a great gift: to face the future with courage - and with truth. Grief and joy are woven tight, though, and, in my opinion, it takes a greater courage to face the spectre of an early death than many of us will ever really realize. Hope is reserved for the little things... the bright and shiny moments we treasure and hold close to our hearts. But truth? Truth is a part of courage that carries us through the future with strength and devotion - and no small measure of love.
And it is ultimately love that I see shining through those eyes I hold dear - both the mom of whom I speak, and Rev. Church. Enduring, faithful and patient love. May it keep them in good stead.












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