Over the last 5 months, Tara and I have experienced comfort and encouragement from many people. It is refreshing when it comes from people who recognize that they are also broken. Who don’t get too spiritual or religious, rather just talk to us. And when they do, they don’t know what to say, so they simply say “I am sorry!” or “What can I do for you?” Who serve us in selfless ways rather than self-gratifying ways. Who help us find life’s joy in the midst of suffering. Who encourage us to do well at what we are doing.
We have learned so much through this and have much still to learn. We are learning that suffering produces joy and faith. In fact I think it is very difficult to live a life of faith without suffering. We have learned that many people suffer in different ways and it is equally difficult and significant for each person, regardless of how it looks on the outside. We have learned how to better serve others who suffer. To not pity them, rather help them to suffer well. To not simply tell them where to find hope and go on our merry way, but to go on a leg of their journey with them.
I may sound like I know what I am talking about. I don’t. It is Tara who is teaching me. She has reminded me that this sickness is no accident. It was appointed to us to carry. And the end result isn’t what matters, rather it is all about the journey. How we depend on God and show him off in the process. That is what matters.
This late night thought is what I will rest on as I doze off to sleep tonight. Thank you to those who are helping us to suffer well, not simply helping us try to end the suffering.