My wife’s grandmother has been in the hospital. She is in
her mid-90’s and, up until her admittance into the hospital, has been going
strong. It has been a heavy load on the family, but it has been a wonderful
experience to see the family pulling together to care and nurture a woman who
has cared and nurtured all of them for so many years.
Her grandmother is a wonderful woman and a testimony of
faith and perseverance. Every time you enter her home you are offered something
to eat or drink. She does not want to sit down and strives to serve everyone
who comes through her door. She is a wonderful example of a servant.
Her nephew came into visit her yesterday and said a
beautiful prayer over her which included these words: “Lord God, bless your
servant. She has cared for so many and has shown your love. Continue to give
her your love and care.”
Her legacy is that of a strong woman who has loved and cared
for so many, whether they were family or not.
“…the creation itself
will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the
glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation has been
groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation,
but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we
wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this
hope we were saved.”-Romans 8:21-24
As I shared the video of the 5 year old boy who was pulled
out of the rubble from a Syrian airstrike, my heart was and is still broken. I
can only imagine the pain his family is feeling and the emotional scars that
child will hold on to forever. The look of confusion and fear speaks enough. We
cannot live in a world that allows a child to experience this pain in their life.
(Hard to watch: http://www.cnn.com/2016/08/17/world/syria-little-boy-airstrike-victim/index.html)
The crazy thing is, right now, many around the world are
watching the Olympic games. These games were established to celebrate athletes
from all over the world and bring countries together in competition and
celebrate humanity. I have been watching these very games, making funny
comments, and finding joy in the experience.
After seeing the images of the sorrow, I can’t bring myself
to watch the games right now. I most likely will go back to them, but I had to turn them off for this time. I know this is not a new tragedy in Syria, this happens almost every day, but it is
painful nonetheless. How can I strive for empathy if I can’t step away from
what brings me happiness for a little while?
“‘Therefore a man
shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall
become one flesh.’ This mystery is profound, and I am saying that it refers to
Christ and the church. However, let each one of you love his wife as himself,
and let the wife see that she respects her husband.”-Ephesians 5:30-33
Right now, I am sitting in a hotel room in New Jersey. I’m
not here for a business meeting. I’m not here for an interview. I’m not here
for me. I’m here for my wife.
My wife is a Physician Assistant. She is currently serving
as a PA in pediatrician’s office. She loves her job. She is passionate about
her work with children, but she is also very passionate about serving new
She wants to assist new mothers in the birthing process by
giving them support, encouragement, and love. So, for the next few days, she is
at a conference to enhance her knowledge of breastfeeding in order to advance
her steps in becoming a lactation consultant.
I seriously would not have ever thought I would take a six
hour drive for such a conference, but I have.
“And they heard the
sound of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and the man
and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God among the trees
of the garden. But the Lord God called to the man and said to him, ‘Where are
you?’ And he said, ‘I heard the sound of
you in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked, and I hid myself.’”-Genesis
I am in the process of writing my first book. The initial
book I was writing has been put on hold while I write this one. I am almost
My wife and several other friends have assisted with the process
of reading through the first draft. They have made some corrections,
suggestions, and edits. I have been overwhelmed by their support, honesty, and
They haven’t told me to scrap it, so I guess that’s a good
thing. I told them not to hold back, and considering who had been reading, I am
pretty sure they would have told me it was terrible and if I needed to trash it.
Anyway, as I have been writing, I have been beating up my
fear. Every time my hands went to the keyboard and began to write, I would
instantly begin to question my ability.