She Is More Precious Than Rubies
You know those days when you can’t help but just admire someone? I’ve had a lot of those lately.
My dad has taken his role as patient very seriously and is spending each of his days and nights reading his bible, praying, and encouraging all of us.
My sister is in her sophomore year of college, studying hard and fulfilling her role on the volleyball team, all the while dealing with the emotional ups and downs of the last few months.
My grandma went home today after spending over a month caring for my parents and making sure the house was a restful place for recuperating.
Keith has been an incredible support. Five years ago, he was the patient, but now he has effortlessly taken up the role of supporter. He has kept me laughing over the last few months and has held me tight in the tear-filled moments of darkness and fear.
But the one person that has left me speechless is my mom. She has no clue this post is in the works, so I may get my wrist slapped, but you need to know how amazing she is.
When dad first got his diagnosis, I think mom struggled more than any of us. She has lost more than her fair share of people to cancer and this seemed like an insurmountable struggle.
And yet she has faced this challenge with humility and strength. [I’m sure she’s either giggling or crying at that last sentence; we’re really good at doing both simultaneously!] What she doesn’t realize is how many gifts she has; God has already prepared her for this difficult season. She is a steadfast source of strength for my dad. In a conversation the other day, I almost started to cry by her love and faithfulness to him.
We were discussing dad’s liposarcoma (an extremely aggressive cancer of the fat cells) and she said something to the effect of her realizing dad has more to accomplish before he goes to heaven and she will do everything she can to help him fight until he has attained his goals.
She has taken her role as wife seriously, but has also made it a priority to care for herself.
It can be so difficult to ask for help, but she has surrounded herself with people who stay up at night to help dad with his medications so she can sleep, do work around the house so she doesn’t have to, bring meals so cooking isn’t a worry, and spend time with her and dad to recharge their batteries.
And somehow she still manages to find the time and energy to encourage my sister and I to stay focused on our own individual challenges. She hasn’t allowed the chaos of recent events to overshadow the excitement of McBaby’s impending arrival.
It may seem totally random for me to blog about this today, but I felt like it was important to share how much I admire my mom and how she challenges me to love and care for the people around me more deeply each day.
Love you, mom.
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