I'm 34. Relatively that's still young. Sometimes, though, I'm amazed at how much has happened in the past few years. I'm sometimes caught in between sorrow for the hurt and glee for the happy.
The other day I bought a ticket to see a friend who moved across the pond to Germany with her little family. It brought so much happiness and it was just a crazy moment of the fact that I am going and doing something I never thought I would be doing any time soon. The expense seemed too much. The leaving the family too much. But a friend and I and the baby we are traveling together in the fall to visit this dear friend together, and I hope we have some good adventures around the continent together.
I'm terrified to be traveling with a 18 month old overseas, but at the same time I think its going to be one of those experiences where I am stretched in a very good way. Where I learn to be more go with the flow and less rigid with myself. Where I learn about the always caring hand of God in my sleeplessness and unfamiliarity. I'm excited and I hope to be less terrified as the time comes. Come Holy Spirit.
Just a few days after this, a friend had a stroke. A friend that was part of our 4 family Destination Imagination co-op and it was just shocking. I had just seen her 4 days earlier and she was fine. I'm struggling with what to say here. Perhaps because I know in tragedy, its so easy to say the wrong thing and so I won't say that I own this, there are people, her children, her husband that are hurting so much. They are loved and we are praying, but I think so much day in and day out we take our people for granted without even knowing it. And when something like this happens, it opens our eyes to see how each life has value. How she is someone significant to her family, to us to other friends. She makes us know the love of God through her life.
At the last DI meeting, we were helping the children hash out what the storyline of their play was to be. And so my oldest was drawing and narrating his version to this friend. She sat there so patiently taking down his narration. She didn't bat an eye at his crazy, probably Ninjago themed, version of the play beginning. She just was who God wanted her to be at the moment. She's often told me that I'm level headed and creative, but then I look at her with her extreme willingness to let the children express herself in whatever way they can and I think she has something there. Perhaps its a Martha and Mary thing. Perhaps, I am a Martha. In many contexts I am, perhaps this is why our co-op works. But I'm thankful for her. She's got a willing heart, a patient heart and I'm thankful to know her.
She's stable now and out of a coma, but needs a major surgery to correct the issue and God willing if it goes okay will be a long recovery. If you would like to partake in a spiritual bouquet for her, email me at kiera.kurak@gmail.com and I will give you the details.
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