Friday, June 22

Summer Heat and A Swimming Hole

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 quickly typed the quote to a girlfriend and we blubbered together over it 2,000 miles apart, both understanding a bit of the loss we've both experienced over the past few years in friendships and health and miscarriage.
 How quick I am to try to be a good steward of the good that God sends my way, kiddos and family and friendships, but when it comes to the character defining loss he allows ("shall I accept the good only from the Lord, and not the bad as well" Job said) - I want nothing to do with it and I resent it and try to get as far from it as possible.
 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.
There is a story in the Bible about a blind man brought before Jesus by His accusers and they ask Jesus, "Who sinned, this man or his parents?"
100_5808Jesus 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.


Mrs. Mike and kids said...

looks like a beautiful place and I agree with your understanding of God and his word. Blessings!

Jennie said...

Slightly off topic. I would like to hear more about your chicken pox experience. My two older children are vaxed but my two youngest will not be. I have been trying to figure out when and how is the best time for them to go through it. I understand it is worse after a certain age? Any wisdom you can impart would be great! You are a blessing.

Tasha said...

We love little "secret spots" as my boys call them. And try to find them often here in Texas. Thank you for this post in sharing your feelings. We have been going through some hard/tough times with my husband's business. I needed to hear this. God has truly blessed us and does daily. Hope you get to enjoy that little spot again soon!

Kelli said...

You have no idea the effect you had on me today. Thanks so much for your words on bringing God the glory in hard times. Now, to go look up that parable about Jesus and the blind man. Gonna mark up my Bible. ;) You are a blessing! (love the photos too!)

Unknown said...

I love that second last photo of your littlest girl looking up adoringly at her big brother and father.

Unknown said...

Hi Hannah, What's the name of the book you quoted?, Thanks, Caroline

Anonymous said...

Wonderful post! Exactly what I needed to hear today! Thanks so much for your blog!

Anonymous said...

Thank You.

Jana said...

I was directed to your blog via Kelli over at Vine Living. I'm so grateful she shared this post you wrote. It hit home with me and touched my heart. You see, we have a son who was born with a disability. He is a joy and we are so grateful to our Heavenly Father for blessing our home and family with such a special spirit. You so hit the nail on the head when you shared the parable of the blind man and that he was born blind so that the glory of God might be revealed through Him." We feel this so strongly and see His hand so much in our little son. We are the ones being taught and shown and are constantly amazed at how The Lord is so aware and we are so precious to Him. He is a loving parent and spoke to my heart to reassure me of this in the days after our son's birth. It was through Him and our Savior Jesus Christ that I was able to care for him that first difficult year of his life, and it is through them today that I am able to continue to care for him today. I have come to better understand how I still, as the parent, have so much to learn. Not in the day to day care, that has become easier of sorts, but I watch my son and his ability to feel and express joy, his unconditional love for all men, how he reaches out to everyone around him in genuine affection, and how sometimes that is shunned and ignored. But he is so much better than I, and I see where I have the work to do in the areas where it really matters. He teaches me. And my life is so much the better for it! Thank you again.