It began early when I heard from a friend about her daughter. She'd received really tough news during her prenatal doctor appointment. Five months pregnant with twins after years of infertility, one of the babies has a hole in his little heart. His ability to survive is in question, as is the likelihood the 2nd twin, a girl, would survive such a premature birth should the other baby need to be taken. Heavy heart.
I'd hardly digested what I'd just been told when I heard from yet another beloved friend. He has struggled with a steady decline in health related to a fatal illness. Symptoms are getting tougher to ignore, and tougher to bear. In the wings, witnessing the whole of it, are his devoted wife & four children. To him, the challenges of the illness pale in comparison to the hurt he fills for them. Heavy heart.
Then, as if turning on a dime, came an email from a loved one struggling with a family member who may well be having substance abuse issues at worst, and anger issues at least.. There's much clamor & confusion in their home - - the sort we all know to be the wicked kin of such problems. Heavy heart.
Need I go on?
I know you know what a day like this feels like. I also know you know what a great privilege it is to bear the burdens of others. And I also know you know that ONLY a great God with great shoulders is able to lift it all.
I know you know that sometimes, even, these very things are blessings in disguise.