Keep On Walking

I came back to our rental apartment in Durham, having spent the day sitting beside Michael who was a day past brain surgery to remove a recurrent tumor from the front of his head.

As I kicked off my shoes and sank down on the chintzy cloth-covered couch I heard a deep groan and a wail. Where did that come from? Except for me the apartment was empty. It must have come from a place in me I didn't know existed.

Man. This is a hard road to navigate. I had kissed Michael good-night and told him, “I love you”. He had looked at me with blank eyes. “Do you love me?” I had asked him. A monotone voice replied, “Yes, I love you.” I guess it was just too much that day. I sat crying. Loudly. Hoping no one in the other apartments was listening. Knowing Someone was.  

Most days I breathe deep. Sometimes those deep breaths turn into rock-heavy sighs that land with a thud in the bottom of my gut. My eyes brim over moistening my cheeks.  

My cheeks are probably marked with a permanent salt stain.

I have recently been listening to the music of david m. bailey David grew up, like me, the child of Presbyterian missionaries. I followed news of him as he fought brain cancer for nearly 14 years. He documented his journey (not exclusively about brain cancer) through music, but I didn't want to listen to it because it might make me cry. Now I listen. And cry. Of course, it's not all sad songs. A few weeks ago I nodded my head as I listened, and listened again, to Keep on Walking. And I said to myself, "yes. I need to keep on walking." So I have moved forward with the work that I have heard God ask me to do.

I'm starting slowly and locally. A group of five friends asked me to walk them through a program of trauma healing. We have started meeting weekly and will walk through the American Bible Society's book Healing the Wounds of Trauma: How the Church Can Help. For me it is a sort of practice - how to work with people who clearly understand English and need no translation! And of getting back onto that path.

If I am going to do this work fully, I am going to need your help. If you want to help, you can commit to praying for me, you can check on me to see how it's going and if I keep on listening to God's voice through it all, and you can drop a couple dollars here. I hope to raise enough to make this my full-time vocation for the next few years until I can retire. My hope is to work with Ethiopians and South Sudanese who have moved to the US in recent years, but that will involve more travel than I am free to do right now. That time will come, though, so if you are amongst those people or know some of them, let's talk. Who knows what God will do?!

three weeks post-surgery

This has been a hard couple of months. Michael's recovery from surgery has taken more time than it did after the first one. He has not been able to put together enough sentences to make a paragraph. Seizure activity in his brain has thrown him to the ground several times. We now have chairs strategically placed between where he hangs out and places in the house he wants to go to within our house. He has a cane, a walker, and a wheelchair and uses whichever one he needs at the moment. I am on constant alert, listening to every noise in the house when I'm not sitting beside him. We hold each other tighter than usual and tell each other I love you more often.

But what a blessing to have Amira, our daughter, with us! She has moved in and has started making this house look and feel like a home! Her presence makes it possible for me to run to the store or to the dentist. She's a joy to talk to. She even likes our dog Gabi! She's looking for paying work - and finding it pretty quickly. She's an Amira-of-all-trades and pretty good at everything she does. She'll stay till she goes somewhere else sometime. That's the plan for now.

 

Today I woke up discouraged. My prayer has been that God will allow Michael more days (weeks? months?) of productive work telling God's message that he is so good at doing. But the thinking process has prevented that. Until today. This morning after listening to our usual devotional podcast, he asked me what I thought. I was surprised, because he hasn't asked that for a very long time. I told him my thoughts and then cautiously asked him about his thoughts. What a joy to hear him tell me clearly and coherently what he has been thinking for these many weeks since the tumor returned in late July. He admitted that he was very discouraged, that he felt abandoned by God. And we talked about that for a little and then prayed together. His voice was stronger than I've heard it for a month. And his prayer was beautiful!

when we're all too busy to play

Thank you for walking together with both Michael and me. Thank you for lifting each of us up before the Throne of Grace, because sometimes its hard for us to do it ourselves. And I thank God for staying beside us, for giving us strength, and for what appears to be another miracle in the making. I thank God for all of you.