Mike has been asking me to write again for a couple of weeks. I’ve been putting it off because I really don’t have anything new to say. But today I was thinking about what else I could say besides, “This is tough,” and I came up with, “People are nice…”
I am continually amazed at how many people say kind things and offer to do things for us. It has been 2 1/2 months since Mike had the seizure and we started on this journey. I really expected people to quit being this helpful and concerned. That really is the normal progression of things.
During difficult circumstances, a lot of people are concerned for awhile, but then life goes back to normal for them while the ones in the midst of the trial are left to take care of themselves. That has not been my experience. Here are some examples of people continuing to be kind.
I am on an e-mail loop with people from all over the country, most of whom I have never met. Many have sent encouraging e-mails. Some have even sent cards. I’ve never sent a card to someone I don’t know in order to encourage them! One person shared a crisis her family is going through, and said it is not as difficult as mine. I wrote back and said that I think whatever your own personal crisis is at the time is the most difficult one for you. I certainly do not have the corner on hard circumstances.
We live in a small town. I have always considered myself a city girl, but over the past few years have grown to appreciate our small town. Almost everyone in town knows something of what our family is going through. People have brought food, offered to drive, offered to babysit, even offered to clean.
I couldn’t possibly take everyone up on what they have offered. One woman I have gotten to know as a result of having our sons play sports together for the past nine years always makes a point of sincerely asking how I am doing.
Another family let Benj stay with them during our last trip to Mayo and will do the same on the next trip. The band director has shown great concern for our sons and entire family. The ladies I exercise with have been incredibly encouraging. Our neighbor has had the kids over and sent several high calorie treats to comfort me. All right here in our little community of 1300 people!
Then there is our church. People continue to make sure that we know they are available for whatever we need. We have a large number of people who drive quite far to come to church, but are still willing to help us if we need it. A couple of the families that are in town have watched the younger kids so that I am able to drive Mike to places he needs to be.
One couple spends much of the winter in Texas, and they made meals for us before they left to have in the freezer. We have always felt loved by the people of our church, but I think this particular crisis has caused people to be more verbal and intentional in letting us know that they care about us. What a blessing that is!
My family, of course, is very helpful. I think my dad would drive about any distance for his family. My parents will be keeping the girls and bringing the four oldest kids up to Rochester the weekend following the surgery. (We’ll have Jared with us.) Before my sister got married and moved to Kansas, she took care of the kids regularly, even as she was preparing for her wedding. I could go on, but I need to get to bed.
And while I do think that these people are nice, I really see them all as being a means of God’s grace. At every turn I see Him caring for us, even when I don’t expect it. I must really need reminders that He has not and will not abandon us, because I see kindness all around. Goodnight!