New Year’s “Revolutions”

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This ambitious one came downstairs on the first day of the new year having written half of a book.
(It, of course, involves Star Wars and begins: “Once there was the Hoth Base peacefully doing their stuff. . . .”
I am now consulting Middles for some editing work because darn if that’s not a good beginning.)
This one is a fighter.
He’s dealt with medical issues his whole life
and while I wouldn’t wish his journey on anyone,
this child feels for those who are in physical pain.
His empathy is continuously birthed through experience.
My prayer for him this year is to continue to nurture his servant heart.
And to stop placing fake dog poop
in inconspicuous places throughout the house.
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This one wanted time to think up some goals for the new year.
That is totally his style–quiet, thoughtful.
Not a leaper but a thinker, planner.
(I’m still waiting to see what he comes up with.
I should hear something come July.)
His strength is his focus. My dad calls him “Sully”
because if I needed anyone to land a plane
in the midst of colossal panic today,
this child would be the one I’d pick.
But there’s a sensitive, delicate heart in that growing boy
and it’s often times fearful of making an appearance.
My prayer for him is to continue to land his planes
while exposing his heart, little by little to the passengers around him.
And to remember to close the door behind him
once in awhile when he leaves the house.
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This one.  Oh, this one.
His new year’s “revolution” is to drink more orange soda.
And wear superhero capes.
And pirate eye patches.
All at the same time.
And to never, ever take off his puppy dog slippers unless it’s to bathe
and really, he’d prefer to skip that part anyway.
This one’s job in life is to add a little ray of sunshine to anyone he meets.
We call him “The Mayor”
because he misses no opportunity to invest in the people of his world.
My prayer for him is to keep shining, brighter and brighter.
And go to bed before 10:45 pm.
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My goals for the new year?
Maybe I’ll be focused less on a resolution and more on a revolution.
Yes.
This year will be spent revolving around the Son.
And doing more of this
(and by “this”, I mean laughing and eating birthday cake.
And apparently trying to keep my hair from catching on fire.)

Love God. Love Others. At Basketball Practice.

I sat with a friend while our sons were practicing basketball and I looked at her weary face.  I knew she was pregnant with her fourth baby and I could tell since the previous week that something was going on.  Something wasn’t right.

“How are you holding up?” I asked her.  She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “Not good.  I have cervical cancer.”  She proceeded to tell me that the doctors were saying she would most likely lose the baby.  Things needed to move fast—decisions needed to be made.  She was carrying what she considered her “miracle baby”—how the cancer never would’ve been diagnosed in time were it not for that little heartbeat in her womb.  Her heart was connected to this “Lil Bit” and it was pretty much shattered from the weight of the world.  She and her husband had the insane job of figuring out God’s will and direction—ultimately deciding if the baby’s purpose on earth was complete or if this child was meant to live and be a huge testimony to God’s miraculous hand.  Yeah, no pressure.

I’m pretty certain my only response (between tears) was “yikes.”  And when I asked her, helplessly, how I could help, her only response was “Pray.”

Pray.  Immediately after talking with her I experienced something I’ve only had happen a few times in my adult Christian life.  I was overcome with the conviction that God wanted me to pray (and I mean the “pray without ceasing” kind) for Megan.  I wandered the lobby of that gym and prayed for the power of intercession on her behalf.  Sure, I pray for lots of people all the time but I think there’s a difference when the Holy Spirit tugs at your heart and says, “This is something I want you involved in.  This is something you will have the privilege of praying for.  Pray, trust and love as if your life depended on it.”

So I told her that I would be praying diligently, expectantly and unceasingly for her.  I would not shoot up a quick “please take care of this situation” once or twice.  I would be devoted to this daily on her behalf—praying for healing and discernment and miracles and peace.

Things moved along so quickly since that conversation.  Miracles did occur, doors opened.  God moved people to do their small part in the story, which led to an appointment with the leading doctor in the world being willing to take her case in Houston.  When no one else was willing to perform surgery while trying to save the baby—this man said he would.  God smoothed the road so she and her husband felt confident they were making the right decision.  And what resulted was a surgery that saved both Megan’s life and her unborn child’s.  They removed the entire tumor with clear margins and declared her—miraculously—cancer-free.  She would not even need radiation treatments after the baby was born.  Saying that we were all stunned by the news is an understatement.

What’s amazing is that even in my diligent prayer, I never thought to pray for what happened.  I prayed for a successful surgery and protection over her and the baby, prayed they would not realize the tumor was too big and need to perform a hysterectomy unexpectedly, prayed she would wake up from anesthesia with the knowledge her baby was still thriving, that she could make it until radiation treatments this summer, prayed that she would just make it, period, for the sake of her three children and husband.  But God, whoa, God had bigger and better plans for this amazing woman of faith.  While I (and those of us around the world who were praying for her) felt like we were praying for the most miraculous outcome possible, God’s view on the matter was more complete.  More awesome.  More.

February first was the day it all happened—appropriately in the month focused on love.  And come summer, there will be a baby who will be a living billboard of a love bigger and better than we could ever imagine.  But loving God is a powerful thing as well.  He allows us to love others in a way that goes beyond sharing a seat on the sidelines at a basketball practice on a Tuesday evening.  It’s deeper.  It’s eternal.  It’s a privilege, indeed.

Check out Megan and Billy’s miraculous story–and meet baby Houston (that living billboard of love I was talking about!)