I’m sitting here watching the sun rise over the lake -a scene I always have and probably never will again associate with times of rest.
In just a short time, they will take Chase for surgery and I will say goodbye to the child I’ve loved and the life we’ve always known. Who he will be and what our lives holds at the end of today, only the Lord who made us knows.
As I’m considering life with a post-surgery Chase, I’m confronted with how strongly I love the idol of “normal”. How soon before we get back to “normal”? What will Chase’s new “normal” look like?
I desire to save him from a terrible pain that I’ve willingly chosen to submit him to …for the good of his life.
There is no “normal”.
There is only Christ.
I’ll see you on the other side, Chasey Bear.