Tuesday, April 21, 2009


Life happens. Things go good, things go bad, things just go. This past week, though, a lot of the going has been pretty sad. This past Friday my parent's Sunday school teacher's son committed suicide. Obviously, this has been hard for the family and has effected the church family greatly. We have many people grieving in our church for this young life too soon gone, and we all are saddened by the pain this boy must have been going through. I am praying for this family, and all those who have been hurt by this happening.
One of my followers is hurting as well. Apparently someone had anonymously leaving very mean comments on her blog for a while, and it's finally gotten to her. She's around my age (I'm assuming, I really don't know her exact age, I just know she's a teenager.) and has been greatly hurt by this. The whole purpose for her to create her blog was to just talk about life, and let people see a little into her mind. But someone had to ruin that, bring her down, take away something she really enjoyed. What a jerk. I'm praying for her too, that she may heal.
Most of all though, is Jonah. This week he went back to his doctor in Cincinnati for a sleep study and a scope of his throat. In this, his doctor suggested we make an appointment to see a gastro doctor, who will probably suggest a surgery. And this isn't just any surgery, this is a pretty major surgery, that will most likely end with them inserting a feeding tube. That's hard for me to type, let alone take in. Jonah, on a feeding tube, not able to eat for himself.... I just can't fathom it. I'm not only praying for him and this possible procedure, but for my parents in making this decision, and for us siblings to be able to handle yet another time away from home.
It's going to be a long week, I think.


Tamara @ Watching the Grass Grow said...

Wow, Sarah...these things always seem to come in groups for some reason. It makes them that much harder to deal with.

I'm sure your church congregation is suffering--these things never make any sense.

As for the feeding tube--what a blow. I don't know if you read that my stepmother also had to have one put in back in January. The idea of it was really hard to face, but it has been such a Godsend. It has allowed her to get stronger and to be able to fight her cancer, and it soon became part of the daily routine. Yes, it's an inconvenience and not something anyone wants, but without it, she almost certainly would have died months ago. I've read enough about your family to know that you guys will take it all in stride and see it for what it is eventually--a means to an end, a way to keep Jonah healthy, and a wonder of medical technology.

Sarah :) said...

Yeah. After the surgery it certainly would be very good. But it won't be a permanent part of his life, and I worry about that the most.
I have an aunt that used to be a foster mother, and she received a child that had been born very prematurely. He had a feeding tube for a very long time, and once it was removed the complications were numerous. It is very hard to think that now, Jonah may have to go through that.
It's just hard. It will become easier with time.

TeeTee said...

Beautifully written.. it made me cry.

You are in my prayers as well, as is Jonah. May he get better.

I have learned that everything, everything in life happens for a reason. Why this is happening? I don't know. I believe that it will be revealed to you when God believes it is the correct time.

You are in my prayers,

Tamara @ Watching the Grass Grow said...

Hey, I tried to comment on the Miley post, but couldn't. Anyway, when I read your post about The Climb, I thought of this poem. Hope you enjoy it too.

Another Mountain
by Abiodun Oyewole

Sometimes there's a mountain that I must climb even after I've climbed one already
But my legs are tired right now and my arms need a rest, my mind is too weary right now
But I must climb before the storm comes, before the earth rocks and an avalanche of clouds buries me and smothers my soul
And so I prepare myself for another climb
Another Mountain
And I tell myself it is nothing, it is just some more dirt and stone and every now and then I should reach another plateau and enjoy the view of the trees and flowers below
And I am young enough to climb and strong enough to make it to any top
You see the wind has warned me about settling too long about peace without struggle
The wind has warned me and taught me how to fly
But my wings only work
After I've climbed a mountain.