Saturday, April 9, 2016

Praying. Boldly.

Because of my job I met a beautiful mom named Christie and learned about her life with a sweet boy named Brooks. Brooks is going to be a first grader next year and he's living with the aftermath of a Wilm's tumor. This is, apparently, the kind of cancer which shows up in early childhood, and should, with early diagnosis and treatment, be brought into remission. Brooks finished fairly aggressive treatment and was ready to start back with fun things like baseball and school when his family learned that, rather than remission, there were new tumors.
His family are following the next directed medical steps with surgery and therapies.
I, am called into this only because of God's love and grace.
I met Brooks mom and his grandma and I immediately loved them. (This happens when you meet generous and kind people, right?!)
So here I am, connected by the thin thread of meeting which is strengthened when the God of the universe calls you into love.
I'm praying and I'll live out my journey here and I'll even ask you to join me.
Because:  we're called to love.
And love is often action.

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