The heatwave in the northeast reached us this week, bringing out the sprinkler and loading up the freezer and fridge with popsicles and watermelons. A few days ago, we took the kids north to the Black River, which flows down from way up north down into Kayuta Lake.
This spot is remote and usually we are the only people there. Not having to search out a crowd for six particular blond heads is a nice thing. I appreciate knowing right where my babies all are.
This weekend I am seventeen weeks along in carrying our newest babe and feeling great, minus almost constant neck and head pain from the car accident over a month ago. I see a chiropractor twice a week which helps immensely. This is the first pregnancy, or the first time ever, that I've seen a chiropractor and I can't say enough good about it. I'm still carrying small but I've had no hip, sciatic or lower back pain.... and thus ends my little pitch for seeing a chiropractor. :)
Sean is just about finished with his long dose of antibiotic for Lyme disease and he is feeling better than he has in several years and so my heart is so hopeful that these years of sickness are coming to a close. We did dairy free for over a month, only to find that Sean isn't sensitive to dairy, for which I am amazingly grateful because, frankly, we love our milk and cheese and that was a no-fun party.
I recently finished reading a book of fiction and there was a quote in the book which stopped me dead in my tracks and sent my mind thinking on for days. When I first read it, I started bawling. Seriously. Pregnancy hormones and the Holy Spirit are a powerful combination. I don't have the book in front of me, so I'll paraphrase from memory: "She was handed a dose of pain and loss and found to be a good steward of it."
I've never bought into the "name it and claim it" movement or the "sin in your life is the cause of sickness" either. Neither, I believe, line up with the character of God. He's neither Santa Clause or a spoiling parent but cares deeply and lovely for our hearts and just as a good parent works character into the lives of their children, so does He.
Jesus calmly answered, "Neither. He is blind so that the glory of God might be revealed through Him."
All through the ordeal with Aiden's kidneys, I kept this story close to my heart. It was so easy to wonder what I did wrong, if it was a medication I took, and so on even though the specialists said there was no known cause or blame.
Being good stewards of hard times, I think, includes letting God be glorified through our difficulty. This can be as simple as choosing to praise Him instead of curse Him or trusting Him instead of denying Him.
I think God hates sickness and seeing His children suffer just as much as we human parents do. I think I can best understand it or relate to it by understanding that we allowed our children to get the chicken pox for their own benefit. A little bit of suffering with long-term benefits.
The sun is out again this afternoon, and if all goes well, I'll be sitting on that rock overlooking the beauty of God's creation, thankful for the easy work in our lives and trying to be grateful for the deep digging, painful work He does in our lives as well.