I battled for a while as to whether I would even publish this blog but after some convincing from friends who believe it might help others here it is, an open and honest look at my heart in the midst of pain.
The last month's events are I hope a once in a lifetime experience because I never want to live the lows of this month ever again.
December saw us lose one of our biggest supporters. This supporter was the main partner of the Young Men's Discipleship Home and also of a number of our team. The support just stopped with no warning, no reason and left us feeling high and dry. We received this news days before Christmas,
for one of the young men the first Christmas he had ever been with people on.New Year we celebrated in Kihan with friends of ours who have had a really rough month also and are now packing their bags to go back to Alaska off the mission field. We really enjoyed being with this family and the pain they have recently been through is very frustrating to me and I find myself once again in a place where
I can't seem to do anything to help.Beginning of January we lost one of our personal supporters. This couple have been our longest supporters starting back in 2002 and what hit us hard was not just the loss of support but the fact that our friends were having a hard time financially. When I received the email
my heart broke for them, this is not God's plan.
January 14th Glen and I lost our baby to a miscarriage at only 9 weeks along. We may never know exactly what went wrong but we do know that during the process I lost a lot of blood and the surgeon was concerned I might die without immediate intervention. Somewhere through the process I had an allergic reaction to a drug and blew up like a puffer fish. Then like a comedy show during the night as I was recovering from the surgery there was an earthquake and my drip which was on the rolling stand next to my bed rolled away pulling the drip partly out of my arm.
So what next?In the midst of all this pain that will definitely take time to process I can appreciate that after the whole physical process I am still alive...exhausted but alive.
The first thing I learned is that
I can stop and just cry for a while before pushing on. Taking time just for me is extremely important and it is ok to say "no" to the overwhelming needs that we face almost daily living here in Davao...in fact it is important to say no and be "selfish."
Rest is really important.
One of the ways to move forward when ready is to try and
keep things in perspective. Sometimes the hurt and pain screams louder and is glaringly obvious, hiding the high points and the fun in the midst of the pain. As I look back over our last month it would be so easy to focus on the loss of life, the loss of partners and support, the pain of fellow ministers and the feelings of isolation and loneliness. Yet to be fair there have been some great highs too.
Our Christmas and New Year were both definitely high with friends playing the temporary role of family during these special times and making us and our children feel so valuable and important. We were blessed to have an impressive menu that the neighborhood kids from the squatter area were able to taste the following day...highlight watching one little boy eat lamb for the first time and say "it doesn't taste like chicken" lol.
Keeping perspective doesn't mean we should just try to put the painful events out of our mind either, just learning to focus in different places instead of always on the pain. How do we keep going? By
holding onto the word of God and believing the truth it presents so clearly. "Yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death." I can walk through the valley and not stop there.
Ethan came to see me last week and asked when we would bury the baby and if we knew whether he had a brother or sister waiting for him in heaven? The
faith of a child is surprisingly wonderful at righting a world that seems to have lurched violently to one side. We will indeed meet our precious child when we get to heaven and we will walk through this pain with the care, love and support of the people around us.
Don't be isolated in the journey.
We buried our precious baby on Sunday January 24th in the morning after family devotions. We appreciate everyone's prayers, well wishes and support.