I helped with our addition today. Watching it take shape (and so quickly) is really sad for me. I never wanted an addition; it's just a painful reminder of Ian's condition. Don't misunderstand: we're incredibly grateful for all that everyone has given to us and for all the ways people have served us. But, he needs this. I just want Ian back the way he was.
What has amazed me from the beginning, though, is what seems to be a paradox in my experience: this sadness and grief that I experience coexist with joy and peace. It seems that it would be like describing someone as big and little or water as hot and cold. In reality, underneath the topsoil of sadness and grief (which runs deep), there's the bedrock of the cross of Christ to which I and my family, including Ian, have responded in faith. Because He called us to be his own and through the cross made us His own, God has good in store for us. "I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living!" (Ps. 27:13). That bedrock doesn't crumble under the weight of grief; in fact, it bears the weight of grief well. It's the cross and it's declaration of the Lord's favor for me and my family that gives me peace. I can even laugh and have fun in the middle of my pain, because I know that there's a bedrock beneath it that will sustain me.
Don't forget to share your favorite Ian story in the previous post. We've enjoyed those.
Pray for Ian....