My response to an Invitation to Community…
It’s humbling to ask for help, but another thing altogether to receive it without even asking. Believe it or not, it’s a bit awkward….and wonderful, and beautiful, and overwhelming.
“What about the starving children in Africa? How about the other Medical Moms facing similar journeys? Wouldn’t you rather just bake me a casserole?”
In the midst of Aidan’s medical trials, I’ve worked hard to practice the posture of gratitude, holding tightly to small things while experiencing great pain. I don’t simply want to count my blessings; I want to grow a space in me where contentment has a stronghold.
I’ve become convinced that joy and pain draw from the same well and join forces to make it deep and overflowing. I will not ignore the difficulties that are very real in caring for Aidan, nor will I downplay the very scary fact of his intractable Epilepsy. But gratefulness, simple treasures, truth telling, inexplicable peace – they hold my pain and help me bear it with grace.
And here I’m being given a gift that reverberates gratitude, something amazing and easy to recognize as wonderful: safe, accessible housing for Aidan and peace of mind for me.
But it’s so dazzling that it may distract me from the bigger offering: community. We all know we’re built to be in relationship and that’s why I’m so excited about this project, to have my life intersect with so many others. I want to hang sheetrock together and hear your story; I want to care for you in my baking; and, oh, wait until you hear my plans for tearing down walls. I want you to meet Aidan, hear him giggle, realize that disability effects the whole family, see that Epilepsy is personal. We want to be part of your story as you will be part of ours.
This is the deep well; this is the richness of doing life together; this is abundance…. and it feels very much like thanksgiving.