2,192 days (including leap years).
Sept. 27 is the anniversary of this:
After 18 months of medical tests, blood transfusions, mentions of cancer, myriad doctor visits and head-scratching, we ended up at KU Med Center for 2.5 year old G's surgery. Early in the summer, the diagnosis we had waited for arrived...Hereditary Spherocytosis. A blood disease that is 90% of the time genetic...but one that we had never heard of and, thus far it is untraceable in our family histories.
But not something harmless. Something that threatened to sink us.
But it didn't. Not by a long shot.
It is not beyond me that we could have lost her. It's not beyond me that parents LOSE children. That the grief from that kind of loss is devastatingly deep. I know, because I watched my parents wade through the depths after the death of my brother.
The first-hand knowledge of that pain ran deep and free. And the depths of that fear were cold and unrelenting.
But even then, as immature as my understanding of God was, He was THERE. He didn't design me with a spirit of fear and timidity, but of POWER, LOVE and a SOUND MIND*. And those moments were a faith-sift.
I don't pretend to understand the purpose of the situation.
I know it was hard. I know it was painful. I know we're still dealing with its effects. And I also know that in those moments of hardship, I believed the fiery-dart lies catapulted my way*.
I got off the bench and into the game, only to get pummeled on the first play. But I got back up, and God breathed more strength. More coaching. More training. More practice.
I remember crying in a bathroom stall after I found out the surgery was over and my little girl was resting. I locked myself away, praising God with my sobs. And in those moments, I was in the game and made a wise play. For fear of the Lord is the first step to wisdom*. And I was praising his mighty hand even though I didn't understand nearly enough about Him.
I still don't know everything. I never will.
But I'm now at a point, six years later, where I can truly say, "Yes, Lord, walking in the way of your laws, I wait for you; your name and renown is the desire of my heart*."
Six years. A lot of life has happened.
And with each moment a little more gets written in my testimony. Line after line, word after word, God has restored, is restoring, or will restore me to be more like Christ.
And He wants that for you, my friend! In Christ, God wants his children to raise fists in victory. VICTORY! So let's get off the bench and make some plays. We will blunder some. But our coach is patient. And with His guidance, we will start making plays...
And I don't know about you, but I'm excited to defeat an enemy who wants to destroy me!
What was meant for evil for me...what was meant for evil for you...God intends for good. To save lives*.
Let's allow God to sift out fear and timidity, and grab onto the power, love and sound mind He has for us!
I know it doesn't change the circumstances. My precious girl will always have HS. But it totally changes perspective. The thief comes only to steal, kill and destroy. But Christ came to give life, and give it abundantly*.
To that, let's raise our fists in victory!
* Scripture references:
2 Tim 1:7