The kindness that changed the trajectory of my life began when a mom took the time to share her story. One day, God will open doors for you to show kindness to hurting moms, too.
Support from others is great, but I learned early on that I have to find ways to encourage myself. I have to take ownership of my own mental wellbeing and emotions. When I am feeling down, I can't rely on others to pick me back up. I can’t wait for my pastor to show up to pray; I have to find strength to pray.
Some days I just miss the normalcy of life. Some days I pretend we’re just like anybody else. Like this morning. I took my son up to my room with me and played a silent rebellion against the litany of medications waiting to be given, the nurse scheduled to arrive in an hour and respiratory treatments waiting to be done.
I had been pondering the High Priestly Prayer since our son was diagnosed with a chiari malformation. I realized that Jesus not only surrendered His physical body so that we might be saved, but He also offered up His glory, His spiritual being for us as well. He literally poured out everything He had, physically, emotionally and spiritually for His children. I shared with my wife how I prayed a similar prayer over our son, that I would surrender everything, every grace, blessing and favor given to me by God so that my son might be healed. It hit me that this is exactly what we celebrate at Easter, a miracle of sacrifice so profound that we can only scratch the surface of how deep it goes. Sunday was coming, and this year we would quite possibly have an Easter miracle just a few days early.