This week has been swimming in tears.
We got the call last Tuesday. That Jonathan's dad had passed. Was released. Walking with Jesus.
And tears flowed...
"When words fail, tears flow.
Tears have a language all their own, a tongue that needs no interpreter. In some mysterious way, our complex inner-communication system knows when to admit its verbal limitations...and the tears come.
Eyes that flashed and sparkled only moments before are flooded from a secret reservoir. We try in vain to restrain the flow, but even strong men falter.
Tears are not self-conscious. They can spring upon us when we are speaking in public, or standing beside others who look to us for strength. Most often they appear when our soul is overwhelmed with feelings that words cannot describe...
Did you know that God takes special notice of those tears of yours?" --- Charles R. Swindoll exerpt taken from For Those Who Hurt
"You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book." --- Psalms 56:8
It has been a week swimming in tears...
And hope of things to come.
A week of words not being enough. And tears flowing in their place.
Shortly after the service ended Friday afternoon I felt my cell vibrate. It surprised me. My phone has been eerily quiet this week.
Sometimes things in life are woven together in such a way that we stop and take notice.
Some call it fate.
Or maybe karma.
To me...it is Providence.
On the other end of the phone was Dr. Rockstar. With words that choked my own. And made the tears flow anew...
only these are tears of joy. Of miracles made with scaples. And baby boys with shaved off curls...potentially made whole... Dr. Rockstar made no promises. More testing is needed. But he offered a strong dose of hope that surgery is indeed an option for Trevy. My amazing. Courageous. Seizure saturated baby boy.
That day will be etched in my memory forever. The sadness of saying goodbye. Mingled with joy of my son's future possibly changing. My words are hiding. Even this post has been a struggle. They know they are not adequate to record all that this week has meant. Or might mean...
The tears flowing down my cheeks have a better shot...