I've had to for many procedures and waves of symptoms now.
I am in awe at how holding hands makes it better for him.
I am in awe at how tender we remain to the touch of Shalom, though we are far from whole ourselves; at how Christ can touch him through plastic gloves, isolation gowns and masks covering faces.
still he jokes and calls me sweetie as a needle passes through.
I love him, even though he will be gone soon. I can't think on that much or I would stop loving him - withdraw and start protecting me.
Christ love is costly.
it poses danger. it hurts.
And it also heals, and wholes, and values.
Countless, I have loosened the grip of my hand.
Yet, in great, great mercy Christ firmly grabs up all of me -
I'll learn to do the same.
Today, I am thankful for:
- T&M - bubbles. Thank you.
- planning ahead.
- spontaneous visits from grandparents.