When the doctors began warning me in early December that Dan’s struggle with GBS was going to be “a long haul,” they didn’t tell me (indeed I don’t think anyone suspected) that it would be a long haul pulling a wagon full of rocks that keep falling off.
That’s happened in the last couple of days. People say, two steps forward, one step back, but it’s more accurate to say with Dan’s “fragile” health that it’s five steps forward, four steps back. He is running a fever again, white count up, urinary tract infection, possible other issues in his abdomen. Please pray.
It was in the midst of this that someone I’ve never met, a very accomplished and well-published author Diane Stortz, wrote me that she’d been following this blog and had distilled some of the things I’d said which helped her. The blog is http://abibleplace.blogspot.com/2012/02/do-you-know-where-your-hope-is.html
Reading her blog reminded me of a time I was sitting in church and saw a handwritten phrase in front of our daughter Celeste’s open Bible. It was very helpful and meaningful for me, sitting and partaking at that moment of the Lord’s Supper. Imagine my surprise when she told me it was a quote from one of my books. The same thing happened as I was reading Diane’s blog. I REALLY, REALLY needed to hear affirmations of faith yesterday.
I guess that’s because what I said two months ago was true then and is true now, no matter how frustrating the process is. We humans forget things, even important things, when our bodies and our time are clamoring for our attention.
I am reminded of the fact that God commanded the Israelites who crossed the Red Sea to have an annual remembrance ceremony in which they recounted everything that had happened, and how faithful God had been to them.
Of course Jews even today do the same thing every year. See the commandment in Deuteronomy 6:21-25. This phrase, “I was a slave in Egypt,” is repeated not only at Passover all over the world by heads of Jewish families today; the same thought was echoed in a speech by then-president of Israel, Weitzman, in 1996 when invited to address both legislative bodies of the Federal Republic of Germany: “Only one hundred fifty generations have passed from the Pillar of Fire of the Exodus from Egypt to the pillars of smoke from the Holocaust. And I, a descendant of Abraham, born in Abraham’s country, have witnessed them all. I was a slave in Egypt. I received the Torah at Mount Sinai. Together with Joshua and Elijah, I crossed the Jordan River. I entered Jerusalem with David, was exiled from it with Zedekiah, and did not forget it by the rivers of Babylon. When the Lord returned the captives of Zion, I dreamed among the builders of its ramparts. I fought the Romans and was banished from Spain. I was bound to the stake in Mainz. I studied Torah in Yemen and lost my family in Kishinev. I was incinerated in Treblinka, rebelled in Warsaw, and emigrated to the Land of Israel, the country whence I had been exiled and where I had been born, from which I come and to which I return.” (Israel Ministry of Foreign Affairs official Web site: http://www.mfa.gov.il/mfa/go.asp?MFAH01eh0 )
So, Diane borrowed my faithful words, and I borrowed them back. Help yourselves, dear friends. Though I don’t respond to your comments here or on Facebook (it is literally impossible for me to have the hours in the day to do that, and I apologize), I love you, treasure your support, and am happy to help build your faith upon the crucible of this situation. Give God all the glory. He deserves that, more than we could ever imagine.