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Monday, November 15, 2010

One Thousand Gifts . . .

I can't remember how many times she called me the day of Shelby's appointment, or the day Ruben left Delia for boot camp.

How she assured Delia he would return, and she would survive.

How she made Shelby laugh in all her fear by telling her to picture the doctor in his underwear.

How she has taken Izzy and Max with her so they wouldn't be alone.

How she visited Mama just because Mama was alone.

She doesn't always have a spotless house and her laundry piles high like the rest of the saints who decided long ago that others matter more than she does.

It never feels like an imposition, it just feels like friendship. 

Family's not always just those that share your blood.

Love you, Sandra.

And thank you.

My gratitude list continues . . .

hearing her good morning on the phone

how she gently listens

the volunteering that ceases my worried mind from thoughts of asking too much

the tears she sheds for my babies

her prayers

her partnership in VBS

the way she lets me ramble myself to my own answer

friendship with the only strings attached going from heart to heart, home to home


My baby sister sits across from the doctor in the office that swaddles the women who beg God for babies.  Women that lay their hope at the feet of the Creator of science.   

Certificates line the walls, success stories and grinning toothless babies paper the walls.

He says he's running out of words to describe her progress.

He uses . . . 

Spectacular.

Why?  she asks. 

Words like follicle, measurements, and egg retrieval are floating in this room where hope surges to a new level.  Where a heart and mind struggle to come together and maintain the shadow of doubt necessary to keep heart from shattering.  Where heart and mind fail.

the days of wait ahead

the promise of your prayers for her and others like her, where the heart only desires what the arms ache to hold

My list, #'s 415-424.


holy experience

4 comments:

Lisa notes... said...

Good grief, you have such a beautiful way with words:
"She doesn't always have a spotless house and her laundry piles high like the rest of the saints who decided long ago that others matter more than she does."

Your posts touch my heart. Especially as I sit on an unmade bed, with boxes of clutter in my dining room, and ungraded school papers waiting me. But I spent the weekend just hanging out with my husband...

What a precious sister you have. Thanking God for her and others like her.

Greg and Donna said...

Praying for your sister!

Kara said...

Rie,

I have a friend like yours. Water for the soul, she is.

And I have a sister like yours. And I'm praying for yours and mine.

"where the heart only desires what the arms ache to hold"

yes. this.

Anonymous said...

I love you! I am speechless, for once in my life.
Praying for your entire family!

Drawing of me losing my cool courtesy of budding artist, Izzy.


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