To those who help bear our burdens: thank you

Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
Galatians 6:2

We are creeping closer and closer to Tuesday, the first of Scarlett’s two diagnostic appointments. It would be a lie for me to tell you that I’m not worried, that I’m not anxious, and that I’m not terrified by what they’ll tell us about my girl. I have a pretty good guess, sure, but over the last year, I’ve made my peace with the unknown. I’ve been floating along in this little bubble where I know that something isn’t right, but I don’t know what that something is. It doesn’t really matter, to be honest, because it’s not like my daily life will change much…but still, the confirmation of a diagnosis is a scary precipice to be on the edge of.

What I have figured out is the reason that I’m not quite as nervous as I could be–and that’s because I know that no matter what they tell us over the next two weeks, I have people in my corner. I have people to help carry my burden– whatever that burden is.

Friends, humans were not made to go through life alone. When Adam was alone in the garden with only the animals for company, God saw that it was not good, and made a helper for him (Genesis 2:18). I’m forever thankful for the people God has surrounded me with. I’ve said this before, but I know that when I ask for prayers, the good majority of people who say they’ll pray for me actually go and do it. I had someone say to me, “well, you can’t really expect them to actually pray for you, right? Their life doesn’t revolve around you…I’m sure they just tell you they did it and don’t actually do it” (and believe me, I know that no one needs that kind of negativity in their life)…but that’s really the amazing thing about it. That person was absolutely (kind of ) right– people’s lives don’t revolve around me, but they still take a few minutes to pray for me when I ask. They take the time to ask how my girl is doing, and what changes have happened lately that I may not have shared publicly. They take the time to buy her food pouches when she’s going through them like mad, and even when she isn’t. They take the time to tell me that they love her and are loving watching her grow and develop. They take the time to hold my girl when she’ll let them, and to chase her around when she won’t. They take time to cut up her food at potlucks so that I can eat, too. They tell me they love sitting behind us at church when I apologize for how grouchy and disruptive my children can be. In the past, our people have offered to watch her to give me a break, to sit with her while I tried to wean her onto a bottle, to help me shuffle other kids during therapy, to bring us food when she’s sick, to go with me to appointments for support and to be an extra set of ears…I could go on and on.

I really feel like a broken record sometimes because I say that I am thankful for our people so often, but it is no less true now than the first time I said it. If anything, it’s more true.

As we go into a period of terrifying uncertainty, I am thankful to have the support of the people God has blessed me with. I know that no matter what we’re told over the next two weeks, we will not be supported any less, and my girl will not be loved any less. If you’re reading this, you’re one of the people we have in our village–so, thank you. Thank you for helping bear our burdens.

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