A Restful End

Wow has it been a whirlwind of a week.  We drove up here early Tuesday morning for the first therapy evaluations, checked into the Ronald McDonald House, went back for more therapy evaluations, somehow fed the children in between, went back to the RMH for dinner and loaded Daddy, Jacob and Hope up in the van to spend the night with some local friends (since we only had room for four of us in our room) and had a bit of a fitful and restless night.

Woke up Wednesday morning, still trying to get our schedule down.  Quick breakfast, therapy was bright and early, we were behind all day long for some reason and that day wasn’t any easier or slower than the last.  Jake had to drive back home for work during the day, lots of craziness and optimism about how therapy would go.  Got to check into a bigger room so we could all stay together, moved everything out and over.  More business, a little better sleep.

The day before last we had another very full round of therapy sessions, lots of coming and going and trying not to be late.  Did I mention it was SO COLD this week?! Of all the weeks to have below freezing temperatures the Good and Gracious Lord decided that this was the best week to do that.  I love Him, but I just don’t understand Him sometimes… Getting five children and two wheelchairs in and out of a van multiple times a day when it is so cold is… a growing experience, let’s just call it that.  It’s an exercise in being thankful and learning to appreciate the good things.  Right?  Right.

Then Jake had to leave that night to go back home again, and we had a break from therapy yesterday morning, a bit of a breather, or so I thought.  Stephen woke up very sick and with some concerning symptoms.  My bestest friend in the world who is coming to stay with us and help out this month (YAY I AM SO EXCTIED!!!!) had her flight delayed by about seven hours and I was just telling myself that God was in control.  Somehow all crises were averted and all therapies took place and Jacob took his first ever independent step and we seven, tired and sick and stressed, piled back into the freezing van to come back to our “home away from home”.

And then a quick dinner and good-byes to Daddy again as he left to do the Epiphany service (a blessed Epiphany by the way!!) and then Candy Land and bedtime stories and cuddles and sleep.  And another long evening of being alone.  It felt like I should have been sitting at home with some sort of delicious celebratory dinner and giddily (is that a word?) talking with my hubby about how our son is going to walk and how proud I am of him and what amazing things this will open up for his life.

Concordia Seminary 2009

Concordia Seminary 2009

But the anticlimactic ending it is.  Restful, quiet, peaceful, but nothing exciting or fitting (it seems) for the miracles that are unfolding in front of our very eyes.  We have heard more than once, from more than one person, that if Jacob ever walked independently it would be a miracle.  And I agree.  Yet, I will have to probably wait until the end of the month to actually go home and soak in all the goodness that’s happening, to have that celebration with our family and the love of my life.

As for today, I woke up the usual way, by my adorable little alarm clocks that God gave me.  It’s still dark, the world isn’t as awake as my children are.  I’ll get them all dressed and fed and we will head out the door to go meet Daddy at home.  It’s the weekend, no therapy tomorrow, as Jacob says it’s a “rest day”.  I will get Evangeline and myself ready to go and say good-bye to a dear friend of ours.  A sweet lady who sat behind us in church for the last three years and was always ready to greet us with a smile.

We went and visited her in the hospital on Christmas, and she told me so many things I hadn’t known before.  We showed her how Jacob could stand up all by himself now, and she was so happy.  She said that she had been praying for him to walk since the day we brought him home.  She said such kind and lovely things about our family and blessed me more with her words than she could have possibly known.

Such a lovely woman of God, and it seems so anticlimactic to end the earthly life of such a sweet soul with a funeral and a burial… There is nothing exciting or breathtaking happening today, just a quiet, fleeting good-bye.  Yet, even now we see, dimly and through a dark glass, but we see.  This isn’t really the end, not yet.  The celebration is yet to come.  The Resurrection is nearer now than it has ever been, and that will be anything but anticlimactic.  Her life is not over, it is safe and hidden with Christ, and though we are not celebrating today, we will be soon.

Today we give thanks for a restful end, and we await the glorious culmination of the promises to come.  One day soon we will have that greatest of all celebratory meals, with all our family, and with our One True Love.  We will be home, and all will be as it should once again.  For now, we rest and we wait.  We wait even more anxiously than before for the coming of Christ.

May your weekend be restful and quiet and filled with the love and mercy of our Lord.

Comments

  1. And I have to think how little Jacob will walk perfectly in Heaven, and there will be no tears, only joy! Having a sister with mutliple disabilities we too have witnessed the miracles of God that doctors and others told us would never happen!

    • dalas.mueller@gmail.com says:

      Oh we think about that so much too! I can’t wait for the Resurrection where our children’s bodies will be made perfect and Jacob and I can dance and Hope and I can have long talks. There is so much blessing in the hard, when you have perspective and see how much you get to look forward to. <3

  2. Bertha Neumueller says:

    Your messages are all so heartwarming to me Dalas.I sit back and reflect on what you have said and it makes me remember who is in charge of my life, and the glorious life I have to look forward to. God is good. He has me in His arms and I am so loved.
    God bless you, Jake and your beautiful family.

  3. Cathy Scheperle says:

    Oh you made me cry! You write so beautifully… She was such a unique and lovely person. We will miss her terribly. Love you guys!

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