It’s been four weeks since we came home. Four weeks since we packed up our belongings from our eighteen-day stay at Zale Lipshy Hospital. It’s been a period of adjustment, learning, walking in foreign territory, shedding tears, lifting worship, and some days just plain shock and numbness. Only four weeks, but it’s been a long season of pain—much pain. Today I’ll load the car and we’ll head back.
Our first stop is an informational meeting for NMO patients in Austin, Texas. I’m asking God to give us direction and provide some answers and insight into the best options of care for LeRoy. We’ll drive from Austin to Dallas on Sunday and stay in a guest house provided by some precious friends. On Tuesday, LeRoy has his first appointment with the Neurologist that is taking over his case.
Monday is a marker day for us.
Thirty-six years ago we knelt together at the wedding altar to enter into a sacred covenant with God. Little did we know all that God had ahead for us. This wedding anniversary will be different than any other, sandwiched between the NMO meeting and the neurology appointment, we’ll be standing on the edge of our next season.
We’ve both been walking through the long corridor of memories, stretching back to that September so long ago when we first met. How young and full of ourselves we were then.
How naïve and certain at the same time.
But how little we actually knew.
Last year, we celebrated our anniversary by hiking the Columbia Glacier Icefields in Jasper National Park, in Alberta, Canada. Lately, we’ve returned there in our minds and hearts often. It’s so hard to imagine doing anything like that now. If you missed that blog post, I posted some of our pics of the trip here.
One thing we’re carrying with us to Texas today is the precious gifts from each of you. Your prayers, the kindness you’ve shown in various ways, the thoughtful comments you’ve left and the love you’ve poured out on us . . . these gifts are a treasure. We are very aware that we’re being supported in prayer—and we could never thank you enough. Will you pray again?
Things I’m asking God to do:
- Give us insight and discernment as we listen and learn.
I’m asking God to give us understanding from Him as we listen to the medical professionals, and lean not on our own understanding, but be led by Him in the decisions we make.
- Provide beneficial help and a plan for recovery.
We don’t know what to expect. We don’t know what the long term looks like, but we are hoping these appointments will give us a better idea. Of course, we aren’t looking to physicians to tell us what only God knows . . . but we would like to gain a better understanding of what we’re dealing with. We are very much in the dark on so much of this, and we’d like to have a better idea of what to expect for functionality, longevity, health, and recovery.
- Provide relief from the pain.
LeRoy has a high pain tolerance level. He never gripes, he doesn’t complain, but when he clinches his teeth and his body jerks into a contortion, I know he’s experiencing intense pain. It often comes rapid fire without ceasing. For hours. I’m asking God to provide healing and relief. A road trip used to mean an enjoyable time, now it is something I almost dread because it puts us in a vulnerable situation. I don’t want him to be suffering the entire time. Please appeal for merciful relief from the intense episodes of pain.
- Establish a good relationship with this neurology team.
We developed a sweet bond of friendship with the group of doctors that cared for LeRoy in the hospital, but we’ve never met those we’re seeing this week. We hope to give a genuine and gracious representation as Christ-followers to those we’ll meet on this trip.
- God’s glory—always.
No matter what—may this be our focus, motive, and action. In all that this journey holds, may we point others to His reality, His goodness, His steadfast lovingkindness, and His redemption! My prayer for us during this season of life has been from Psalm 92, and although “fruitfulness” looks much different now than what I thought it would when I first adopted this passage, I’m still asking God to allow us to exalt Him through bearing fruit for His glory.
[box]The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. They are planted in the house of the LORD; they flourish in the courts of our God. They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green, to declare that the LORD is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him. (Psalm 92:12–15)[/box]
Grateful for your prayers, please continue to intercede. Will you join us in these requests?