It’s early Christmas Eve morning – dark outside with snow falling. I’ve been silent as we’ve tried to make sense of the last few days. Friday night a point came when it was clear that we could not keep everyone safe. We sought help and God met our need. I’m doing my best to balance being authentic and protecting my daughter’s privacy, so I will simply say that Dimples is not with us right now. We aren’t sure how many days this will be, but we know it will be through Christmas and likely through the end of the month. We have some new people on our team who are helping Dimples and advising us. Our prayer continues to be that the Lord will open doors, we will clearly see them, and He will give us the grace to walk through. We are desperate for Dimples’ healing and feel a sense of urgency to do all that we can to bring this about.
God is writing a story with our lives. We all know that a good story has some essential parts, and somewhere in the middle there has to be a conflict or a problem to solve, or the story has no significance. I look at our story and see the characters, I see the struggles and I don’t know what is going to happen next. But I know the author and I trust him to write a good story with our lives. Not only that, I believe with all my heart that there is a good ending coming. One day, Dimples will be whole and she will be healed. I don’t know if it will be in one year, or even in this life, but I know it will happen because she is a precious and loved child of God.
There is nothing that is outside of the Lord’s control – as my pastor said yesterday, the same power that raised Jesus from the dead is at work in our family and in Dimples’ life. She needs to be healed – we all need to be healed. Her story began before we knew her and there was suffering and pain beyond what most of us can imagine. Jesus wove her into our family, knowing that the harm that had been done would not instantly heal. We’ve sought many answers, and I don’t regret a single path that we’ve taken. In fact, I believe that we’ve seen some benefit from each therapy we’ve tried, but it has not been enough.
I’m having a difficult time switching into Christmas preparations. My mind is running along one highway and I need to somehow merge over into the flow of happy traffic that feels so strange right now. Our Christmas cards are still stacked on the kitchen counter, groceries are still at the store and not in my kitchen. I want somebody to show up and say, “We’re here! It’s time for Christmas!” then tie on an apron to join me as I cook. I’m praying for grace and joy that overflows onto my family.
Merry Christmas friends – Emmanuel has come. He is here and I can only say, “Thank you Jesus for not leaving us to journey through this life of brokenness alone.”