In the tough times we are in with economic uncertainty and people crying out for help and searching for inspiration, I have found that I don’t have to look far at all to find inspiration and courage.
All I have to do is roll over in the morning and look to my right.
My wife is an amazing woman whom I deeply admire. Not only has she come out of an often abusive and frequently unloving childhood, but she has dealt with a chronic illness and medical uncertainty like a true champion.
I wish I could have her faith. She truly believes with all her heart that all things work together for good for those who love God. The most recent blow, which I mentioned briefly a few blogs back, was a liver tumor. It’s benign, and can probably stay put without any adverse effects, but it is situated on one side next to the main artery to the heart and on the other side by the spine. This makes even a biopsy a risky proposition.
She has accepted this uncertainty far better than me. She tries to find the good in it. I can’t. For how can it be good if something happens to her? How can it be good, if we lose a child because the tumor ruptures? How can it be good if she has to have it removed, something goes wrong and I am left alone? These are the questions that plague me every night.
But then I look at her, and I see her hope and I just wish I could claim it for my own. Not only is she inspiring, but she is awe-inspiring.