Sheriff Sarah

Sheriff Sarah

Monday, August 30, 2010

The Love of God in our Liver Family

We never asked to be part of this community we now affectionately refer to as "Liver Buddies" but we have clearly seen God's hand within this group of families whose children are affected with various liver diseases. It's difficult to say just how much we have been blessed by the fellowship of sharing in other's lives. There have been joyous times as we watch some of our little buddies receive their gifts of new life. There have been the heartbreaking times when we have sat in stunned silence feeling a deep pain in our hearts over the loss of a dear one to these terrible diseases.

Through all of this we have witnessed parents loving their children with abandon; watched as family members and friends do all that is humanly possible to support these families and prolong the life of a seriously ill child; and been encouraged that even in the face of devastating loss, the faith and strength that parents and extended family carry with them through such unbearable trials.

These acts and responses are not some random show of love, kindness and support. These are the faces of God, walking with each one of us as we walk a hill none of us would choose to walk. It is only through His grace that any of us can survive day to day as we watch a child suffer. We have rejoiced when kids have turned the corner, miraculously; when liver labs inexplicably go from disturbingly high to normal; when things look dismal, after months of waiting for a liver, in the darkest hour one arrives and changes a little life.

I know there are liver families out there that may not believe in God and that's all right. I'm not writing to convert anyone. I simply write about what I have witnessed. And I have witnessed God's tender touch on my shoulder. I have witnessed God's compassion in the love of friends who are almost always present during a hospital stay that lasted 52 out of 61 straight days. I have witnessed the comfort only He can provide amidst loss and questions. I have seen the miracle of children too young to know any better than to display a joyful spirit no matter what the circumstances may look like to other people. I have cried for children I never met who have flown to Heaven as if they were my own.

Just as many of us are bound together by our bond of suffering in caring for seriously ill children, so we are bound by love and compassion for each other, and bound together within the arms of Christ.

Never forget the love, dear friends. No matter what you are going through, the opportunity is there to bless someone else, to offer a word of encouragement, a meal or a visit. God help us to walk out the life He has ordained for us. Let the world know us by our love...

1 comment:

  1. She's beautiful, Kirk. Thank you for this post. I needed to read it. Actually, I need to memorize it! (Parent care days sometimes get me down.) Good luck with your writing. May God continue to bless you.