Heather’s about to graduate high school here.
A beautiful girl, having recently met her first love.
Now, a grad student and 4K teacher, a teacher who loves.
A young teacher, already honored for her accomplishments.
The hard times in the middle,though.
Her change of heart and mind of college choice, now just a blur…an insignificant blip in time.
Then, the heart problems. The scary, wildly, unpredictable heart condition.
Middle of the night, tachycardia that wouldn’t slow down, hurried ER trips. Horrific procedures that tried but didn’t fix. How scared, how vulnerable I felt.
Almost a year now of better. Perhaps, grew out of it. Maybe, it was just for a time. A reminder to embrace faith.
We did. She and I, our faith grew.
I think of the fear that I carried, the scenarios I imagined.
Austin was chubby here and still little boyish. About to begin middle school, running with his friends, all of them baseball stars.
Middle school came and went followed by a period of growing up, literally straight and tall.
Pictures of a very thin boy and questions of a condition diagnosed by whether his fingers could bend crazy ways and “Oh, I hear something unusual in His heart.”
All was well, through it all, well and good.
Now, a handsome, broad-shouldered (very tall) young man. Weight caught up with height. Still same, one lip upturned smile. Still sarcastically handsome.
Senior pictures and college choices, already accepted by two of his favorites…got that behind him. Choice is his.
Still a whole lot of unknown. A wishing of knowing what will be.
Tonight though, I am thinking about and praying for a mom I’ve never met. I imagined her as famous and as I began my writing journey months ago, hoped one day I could share my words in a big way too. She has published a book.
Yet, I felt I couldn’t relate. She is young, pretty, beautiful family and home I decided. I’ll just read her blog posts and be content to follow.
Then, I read about her son, Zachary and his mysterious, enigma of a condition that is causing his knee to swell. She poured her mama pain and worry into her words and I began to pray, still praying for Zachary.
This morning, her blog spoke of digging deep into your faith reserve. I thought, “Been there, came through.”
Let’s pray tonight for Zachary and for all the mamas like me, you, and Renee who might be in a place of not knowing, a place of trust in times of trouble.
Trust me in your times of trouble, and I will rescue you, and you will give me glory. Psalm 50:15