Tuesday, August 3, 2010

After three months, it's back to work!

Today, Jeff did something that he's not done in three months.  He went back to work.

After a close call with death, after months of ups and downs, after worries and hopefulness - he's back at his job as a family counselor/social worker for a private social services agency.  When I spoke with him at noon - he had already been assigned 8 cases.  It doesn't appear that he will have any down-time easing back into the schedule.

He's been struggling these last few weeks with a very tender disk in his neck and a sore shoulder.  It keeps him up a lot at night.  His last surgery went so well and we were so hopeful that he could recover and bounce back quickly.  He did recover from the surgery, but it seems his spine was quite affected from the various surgeries/recoveries.  (If you've ever heard traditional hip replacement surgery described, how they have to pull the leg back behind the body and all - it makes sense.  They have new methods now, but that's not what he had.)  Regardless, it was time for him to head back to work, and we are praying for a quick healing of his pain issues.

Time for a little rumination, I think.  We've been through a lot, learned much, been reminded of many things.  I've hesitated to share some of it, not wanting to be misunderstood and not quite trusting myself to adequately frame my thoughts.  I've realized that I don't share my thoughts well in the midst of a trial, and along with that, there simply hasn't been time.  Some of our lessons have been difficult, and some time, I'd like to tell you about those.  For today, though, I want to recount the good things.  I hope that you will be encouraged, too.

For starters, my husband is still alive.  One of my biggest fears has always been losing first my husband, and then, any one of my children.  I've never been sure that I could survive that.  God has dealt with me so strongly regarding fear in this past year:  We have had so many brushes with death - Sam, Nick, Jeff - any one of these beloved ones could have been taken from me, from us, with a slight twisting of circumstances.  After Nick's attack and trial and Sam's accident, my heart was not sure that it could handle any more.  I begged God for a good year.  All the while He was continuing to knock down my propensity to fear.  (If only you knew how much fear controlled almost every minute of my life...)  And then, Jeff's illness.  It was allowed.  For whatever reason, God allowed a horrible, devastating bacteria to take up residence in his body and blood-stream - which took him to the brink and carried those of us who loved him along for a wild ride.  I wanted to put up some pictures from those early hospital days - but as I searched through them, I realized that there are very few I can share.  He was so sick.

I sat in the emergency room that first night, watching his intense pain, and at that point knew...knew that no matter what, we would be okay, and that God would be with us.   I sat at his side - thinking of him and thinking of our new baby growing that most others didn't even know about yet.  I wondered if he would be around to know this child.  Would I have to name it all alone?  I was numb, tired, certainly full of hope but not full of guarantees.  I know that I have mentioned this before, but one of my dearest friends lost her husband to this very thing.  I'd brought her home from the hospital, seen her raw pain and sorrow over the years as she mourned her husband and struggled to raise three young children alone.  I knew the worst that could happen.  I couldn't pretend.  Jeff later confided to me that he always knew that one day he would walk this same road - that he would battle the same disease.  I knew it too.  Neither one of us knew the outcome.  We just had to go through it, endure with hope of eternity intact but no guarantees for life here and now. But as I sat there - although I felt no certain warmth or assurance - I knew that God would be enough.  He'd still be God, regardless of outcome.

 He's smiling, but my heart is in my throat, here. 

Obviously, our story turned out happily.  I wish that it did for everyone.  Why us and not others?  I can't answer that.  I am still overcome with gratitude, though, when I consider what happened.  God took my greatest fears, fear in the flesh:  full of sweat and blood and fever and infection and pain and woundedness - and allowed me to love and care for and clean and cry and pray and trust.  He had me stare nasty, soul-stealing fear in the face and I relented:  I trusted no matter the outcome.  After the fact, I doubted my faith.  But no, faith was not gone, it was very alive.  Faith means trusting God with the big picture, in the over all.  It means trusting Him even when things don't end like you want them to.  My faith needed to be redefined, and it was.

In addition, we learned that the Body of Christ is alive and well.  God's body - in the form of imperfect Christians through all times, cultures and backgrounds - works very well when He speaks into individual hearts and minds.  He is the catalyst - and we've experienced the work and the gifts of His feet and hands.  God's body - His Church - took care of us.  It has been a breath-taking and humbling thing to be a part of.  There was no one church, no one denomination or background that has helped out.  Most never knew that the other existed.  No one ever asked what we would do in return.  Over and over and over we have heard or read this message: " This gift is from God.  He told me to send it.  He wants you to know that He loves you."  And after the last few years, those are the words we needed most to hear.  It is one thing to know with your intellect that God loves you and really does care about you - but another to believe it with your heart.  He soothed our hearts with His words.  It wasn't because we have been so faithful nor so faith-filled.  It came not because of anything we deserved.  All of the love and care and prayers and concern came because God called and people answered - His people, from the full spectrum of our lives.   What could have been a devastating episode in our lives was instead full of love, mercy, and grace.  We, and our children, have seen the Body, the Kingdom, in action - exactly as it is supposed to work - and we'll be forever humbled and mindful of the power of God.  It's easy to get discouraged about the state of the Church today - but if you had experienced what we have, you wouldn't.  It's alive, and powerful, and transcends all apparent chaos and divisions.  It flows like an underground river, waiting to bubble to the surface and flood our lives and our world.

Painting the little boy's room, post-surgery

So, the kids and I prepare for our new school year.  Cleaning (perpetual....), sorting, supplies, curriculum.   It's a different routine without Jeff here in the day-time.  We still have a few difficult months coming up as we prepare for two more surgeries (my parents,) and then the always joyous (but tiring) time of adjusting to a new baby.  I'm so glad the baby awaits us in October - what an exciting thing to wind down summer and to look forward to.  :)

Thank you, for your part and for your trials in tears and prayers on our behalf.  You've been a part of the exciting and powerful undercurrent that is the coming Kingdom of God as you've travailed with us.  May you, too, know His love and His strength.


  1. So glad to hear Jeff was able to go back to work and pray that the pain will subside from his back and neck. Even though we are at a distance, your blogging has helped us walk through and pray for you through this. I know this is such a busy time for you, but hope you can get some time to relax and rest too.


  2. good to hear that Jeff can work again, it must do his heart good. :)

    thank you for your testament of faith. :)

  3. Fear. Ugh. I've been ruled by this for years and the past few of them, God has been shaking me like a tree of all it's (dead) fruit to rid me of this emotion that runs my life - or at least my thoughts and emotions. After I was married, as a newlywed, I had these strange panic attacks where I would swear God was going to take my husband from me at any moment. And then I had kids. With diseases known to be fatal. Oh my.

    All that to say, I know that heart in your throat feeling and know what it's like to have God allow and God take down the unstable platform of fear. I'm so glad your turned out the way it did, with Jeff home deciding on baby names with you and pray for your family, and for the women who didn't get the same ending.

    I hope this new year, with this new baby, gives you all time to enjoy new miracles and a year of peace to take in all that's happened this past year.

    My love to you all.

  4. Congratulations on the healing of your husband and his return to work. :D

    There are so many beautiful and awesome thoughts expressed here Holly. I've been trying to find the right words to use here in a comment, and finally gave up, realizing that I don't have those words.

    What I do see is God working in you and your family in ways unimaginable right now.
    And not just in your life, but in mine, and in so many other people - it's like the spirit of God is moving across our nation, bringing understanding, peace, knowledge, revival. And He's doing it through us, our families, through individuals. Something is happening, the Lord is working. And it's so awesome to watch.

    So I love reading your stories, because while it is your story, for me it is also in some ways my story, and the story of so many across our land, and I know God is here. :)