Wednesday, August 15, 2012

August 15: Mercy





I'm sitting at my favorite coffee shop...with some of my favorite people. As my heart longs to be in Ethiopia, I'm striving to take in the blessings of today.  We haven't heard from the US Embassy. We're still waiting for them to open our case...yet, we remain hopeful it will happen this week. This is a hard season of life...and a painfully hard time of year.  August 19 marks six years since James' mom went home to Jesus.  August 19 also marks the day my mom came home with hospice.  It was two days later, on August 21, that my mama was welcomed home into the arms of Jesus.  Tuesday marks one year .  I'm reposting the blog entry I wrote one year ago today....days before our world was rocked. The words resonate deep within my soul and with tears streaming down my face my heart will choose to say, "Lord, blessed be your name".


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August 15, 2011: Six years ago the old familiar hymn, "Great Is Thy Faithfulness" permeated my life in a new and tangible way.  Six years ago my mom aquired a rare auto-immune disease that left her organs failing as she lay sedated and vented in the intensive care unit.
Mom spent weeks in the hospital fighting for her life and every morning I would head northbound on 131 to be with her and my dad.  Morning after morning as I approached the "s curve" the sun would be rising--brilliant in color and size--the light so bright it blinded my vision for a fraction of a second.

As I drove thinking and praying for my mom the rising of the sun was a tangible promise of a new day ahead. My heart swelled with the words of the old familiar hymn...

"Great is thy faithfulness
Great is thy faithfulness
Morning by morning new mercies I see"

The words never so sweeter--the promises never so true.  Now six years later the memory of those mornings have not fled. The power of the hymn continues to bring tears to my eyes and I can't help but raise my hands in gratitude and surrender.  The last few weeks as I've been driving to the hospital in which I work, and I approach the on ramp, the sun appears, brilliant in color and size.  The words of that old beloved hymn flood my heart once again.

What a powerful reminder--a much needed reminder for my life-for our adoption-for my mom's health-and daily stress and struggles.

"All I have needed thy hand hath provided
Great is thy faithfulness, Lord unto me"

Now six years later mom is beginning the evaluation process for a heart transplant.  And today we're one day closer to seeing the picture of the child God has chosen for us.  

What a journey--we've come so far and for this girl who never was a morning person--I've found beauty, joy and a peace that surpasses all human understanding in the rising of the sun.

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August 15, 2012:  My mom is healed. We have met our son. We're days away from bringing him home. We have come so far. Good things are happening, friends.  God is at work.

4 comments:

  1. this made me teary.
    thanks for sharing such beautiful insight to the ways that God is working in your life and shaping you.

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  2. Such a sweet post. I just know you will be holding your son in a few days. Looking forward to seeing him on Monday. :)

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  3. oh my, Emily and Jim, I didn't know all of these facts and the way you mark the land is precious to my heart. You HAVE COME SO FAR-- cheering you on, it won't be long now before Moses is home. love you.

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