For the Win
For Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties.
2 Corinthians 12:10
Apparently, when we were dealing with the stomach flu last week, God was just lobbing softballs over the plate.
And I was getting cocky.
“I got this!” I yelled, as I loaded up my swing and got in my batter’s stance. Feeling a little too “in the zone” in this great game of finding gratitude in all things that I’ve been playing.
The sweet sound of maple hitting leather with a satisfying CRACK as I said, “Thank you for this. Thank you for the opportunity to serve, and give comfort and lean into You. Thank you!”
Apparently, I was up for a bigger challenge.
And we got it–when Chris decided his appendix had been freeloading a little too long in this body of his and he needed to get it the heck out. Now. At the moment our heads hit the pillow after a long day.
So here we are, 36 hours later, and though my hands may be a little calloused, I’m still holding that bat.
Maybe the stomach flu taught me the joy of being His hands and feet for the ones I love, but the hard hours in a hospital room taught me the absolute blessing and absolute privilege to have others be His servants for you.
The nurses, the doctors, our precious friends and family.
Chris and I held it together until we realized how far we’d been carried through this by so many people and how absolutely and completely we were covered by His protection through it all. And then the tears of gratitude fell. Lots of ‘em.
As we run the bases these next few days together, a little sore and weathered, giving high-fives to our cracker jack team of pinch hitters, we’ll smile at the victory that isn’t ours, but that we get to celebrate anyway.
I’ll take that win. Every time.