I crept into the room before my little brother would wake up. Gently slipping his special blanket from his grasp, I then rushed it downstairs to be washed. Perhaps that seems like a dirty trick, but it needed to be done. He would not give it up...
At first, I was numb. Illness has broken my heart so many times already that I didn’t react.Time. Normalcy. Abilities. Naivety. Innocence. Freedom. Dignity. Ease. School. Home. Relationships.Illness has stolen and broken so much, so deeply that...
Pain is a woman, I just know it. She is equal measure of strength and doubt. She has the power to destroy and the power to build up. She’s intimidating so most fear her, but everyone wants what she offers. She is like fire, no one wants to be burned, but we all want to be warmed by her flame.
Jayden and Brooklyn are fine, not sleeping, but fine. As fine as two dying kids can be. Most days, I fear they are doing a better job of living than me.
It is in these various dark places of brokenness, heartbreak, and loss that God brings forth His light so that even the darkness is illuminated.
