We live in an older house built sometime in the early 1930’s. Reminiscent of the practical farmhouse style that is popular in Wisconsin’s rural areas, ours was never a farmhouse. According to the old man who lives down the road, it was custom-built on the edge of our little village by a brother and two sisters. None had ever married, but they were –for those times — consider fairly well to do. Four bedrooms with a single bathroom and hallway closet for linens and towels makes up our entire upstairs. Our bedroom is directly across the hall from the bathroom and as the years have unfolded — especially this last year — it is not unusual to find all five members of our family crammed into our room all trying to locate equal space on a queen size bed. As Kim’s health has gone through what it has in the last year, there are days where she spends a lot of time in bed. The fatigue and the pain and discomfort that her body is putting her through requires her to slow down often. And so our bedroom has become the place where the kids gather at the end of a day to talk with Kim and go over their school days past and the plans for their tomorrows.
Our eldest — a high school junior who is midway between his seventeenth birthday and becoming old enough to vote this fall — often makes time at the end of the day to go and lay by Kim while his two siblings finish homework or busy themselves with something else. Often times I am helping with homework or finishing up some chore so his time and her time becomes their time and together they talk and share about school, and life, and what is yet to be.
Last night was no different. They talked about Kim’s biopsy on Wednesday and what the doctor will be looking for. About how well she has been feeling the last month or so. How things were looking up and it finally seemed like she might be turning a corner for the better. They talked about how the good days were really good and the impact the bad days have on our family. It is emotionally deflating to now be dealing with the implications of this upcoming procedure in light of how she’s recently been feeling. He’s worried about Kim and he has every right to be. She said that he took a quick glance at her after they had been talking a while and said, “It affects us all.” He’s right. Every movement — good or bad — of her health trickles into every area of our lives. It’s just a part of the ride we are currently riding.
“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.”
(Matthew 6:25-33 ESV)