The Object of the Story

I received encouragement throughout the day yesterday. It wasn’t until now that I truly appreciated it. Someone sent me words from the book of Job, and as I read it, I was drawn to read more. So I opened the scripture. I quit complaining. I am pretty lame compared to Job. But Job is not the object of that book, God is. And he is in our book too. So thanks for listening to me gripe yesterday about my weenie little afflictions. I was mistakenly making the story about me.

Yesterday Tara had chemotherapy scheduled, but the doctor put a hold on that to respond to her persistent abdominal pain. The accumulating fluid was the reason for the discomfort, again. So they drew out over a liter and relieved some of the pressure that was causing the problem. Last night, she was beat. She was at the hospital at 7:45 am and minus a few hours mid-day, was there until around 4 pm. I was not able to be with her until about 7:30 last night at which time she crashed.

Tara is a champ. She has been uncomfortable for months now, and is tired of it. In her desperate times, she questions her will to go on, but that is rare. She is pushing forward with a great attitude, far more like Job than I. But she also realizes that this story is not about her, especially when she sees another mom caring for a child with cancer, and when she sees God working through friends who help.

Yesterday, a friend (LB) picked Tara up mid-day at the hospital and took her home, did chores for her and loved on her. Another (RK) dropped everything and picked up our kids when they got home from school and even kept them for the night. And there are more that offered help. These friends aren’t just bored, sitting around, waiting to help. These are busy people with busy lives and their help is a reflection of their love for God and us. I am humbled.

So, clearly, God is object of this story; our lives. He is the faithful one. It took the night to clear my head and see what was staring me right in the face.


4 thoughts on “The Object of the Story

  1. Thanks for your honesty Jay! We who read your blog appreciate your being open and transparent as well. We are all learning about God through your trial. He who calls us is faithful! His plans for our lives and His love for us is great!
    Sandy Carlson in Williams Bay WI. I forgot to sign my name to my reply the other day.

  2. Psalm 121:1-6 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord,the Maker of heaven and earth. He will not let your foot slip—he who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israelwill neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord watches over you—the Lord is your shade at your right hand; the sun will not harm you by day,nor the moon by night.

  3. Your honesty helps me to pray eagerly and specifically about your needs. You are loved and prayed for.

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