I’m a day away from two weeks since my last post. For shame. A hundred lashes! (Can I take those in eyelashes? ‘Cause I saw a headline recently saying men are particularly drawn to eyelashes. Um, what?)
I’ve got excuses plenty – like the fact that I think I broke a toe the other night. I slammed my foot into an arm weight I’d left out on my living room floor. This whole thing wouldn’t be so bad if I had arms that actually looked as if they belonged to a regular strenth-trainer. Mine, not so much. (But hey, they are long. As in monkey long. The span of your arms is supposed to equal your height, right? Once, at my old job, we actually measured my arms and discovered they’re two inches longer than my height. See, this is so not in my head.)
Anyhow, my biggest excuse for not blogging is my way-adorable, but very sick nephew Oliver. My parents, sis and I braved the Iowa floods last week to trek on down to Kansas City to see Ollie. I fell in love again. It’s been a rough week for the little guy this week, and I’m finding myself laying awake at the most random hours (last night it was from 4:15 to 5:45) thinking about him. In fact, the only night this week that I’ve slept a full night was the evening I fell asleep with my computer on my lap and my glasses on and then woke up in the morning with red spots on my nose where my glasses smashed into it.
Thing is, if I am this concerned as an aunt, I can’t imagine what being his parent would feel like.
And then I think about God…
What must it feel like to look down on the world every day and see the sick die, the poor suffer, the broken weep?
How does He handle it? More so, how is it possible He can bring himself to “rejoice over us” as it says in Zephaniah? The world as it looks today can’t be what He intended. I know it isn’t.
And yet, He rejoices over us. He is involved. He’s here.
And He’s not leaving.
Like a parent who refuses to leave the side of his sick child.
Amazing.
p.s. This is a photo of my brother-in-law and little Oliver…stolen from Ollie’s caringbridge page where his parents, Amy and Chip, post regular updates on his progress: http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/oliverreece
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you really moved me with this, Melissa. I’ll so be praying for him. (and you. :)) Hugs.
What a beautiful post. Ollie is so cute. You and your family are in my prayers!
Thanks, Susie and Jennie! Things are pretty scary with Ollie right now…thank you so much for the prayers!