To the Ends of the Earth
I will go, for my child.
We are tired and worn.
But here’s the deal:
You either give up or you fight.
You either accept status quo or you keep searching.
And in the face of agony, we will continue searching until we find her relief.
I texted my friends the other night and exclaimed, “I will call Kanye West! I will call Brad Pitt!”
Not that they can do anything specifically for Elizabeth but that they are considered inaccessible.
Not for me.
We are tired and worn.
But to the ends of the Earth I will go for my child.
To the ends of the Earth.
Oh, hey you.
You now working upstairs in our house with four children.
You who I fell madly in love with 13 years ago.
You who is walking right. with. me. Along our journey.
It ain’t always pretty.
And lately, with our youngest, it’s been downright ugly.
But there you are.
And here I am.
And we love just the same.
I knew that day we took our vows.
Baby, we are better together.
I spent a childhood, dreaming of a fairytale.
And I never settled.
And you know, what?
Neither did you.
Alone, we are great.
But baby, we are always better together.
“It takes a village.” They say.
And now I know what that really means.
No, they can’t take your place, necessarily.
But like beams, they can help you to hold your own.
Here’s to my village.
You are asleep.
But I am awake.
Utilizing the only alone time I have in a 24 hour day to research alternatives and specialists that might be able to help my child.
This is LIFE UNSEEN!
We are all juggling something unseen.
Not all must be shared but sometimes it’s easy to believe all is well, when in reality, it is a-n-y-t-h-I-n-g but.
This is not a cry for attention but a cry for grace.
Grace to all you meet for you CANNOT know what they are battling.
We must give love to heal one another.
And if spreading this message is Elizabeth’s purpose in life, then, Lord, here we are.
My first year of teaching, he entered my fourth grade classroom on a first grade reading level and yet, by far, the biggest and oldest child in the class.
His physical presence dominated but his smile and warmth melted anyone’s heart.
Through services, he received free breakfast and lunch and it bothered him.
I took to him like kindle to a fire and he, to me.
There was a trust and bond that endured.
So when this child who had nothing presented me with clear slippers three sizes too small for Christmas, I accepted them with gratitude.
A child who saw me as his real-life Cinderella.
A reminder that we are much more to others than we may ever realize.
If only we can continue to give with our hearts.
A gift I will always treasure. And never forget.