Another cry. This one stops my heart and then starts it pounding hard. I'm up and at his side in a second. It's the blood curdling cry a mama never wants to hear 'cause it can't mean anything good.
My feverish five-year-old is incoherent. "Are you okay?, What's wrong?" I get no answers just more of those cries that put the fear in me.
I shake him, move him, call him by name. "Drink, drink. Sit up and drink."
Nothing but screams.
"Tell me, tell me what's wrong!" My voice is louder, stronger.
Finally an answer, "I'm scared."
"Of what? What are you scared of?" I shake him again.
"I'm scared of those."
All I see is two sleeping boys in the bunk nearby--"Of what, honey, what are you scared of?"
"The ropes, the ropes, I'm scared of the ropes."
He drinks. I comfort; caress him back to sleep.
I almost settle in when he whimpers--it's come again.
"Drink, honey, what's going on?"
"I'm scared, Mrs. J____ dressed up as a witch!""Oh honey, it's not real, it's not real. Here, sit up and drink this juice."
He takes the cup and now it's okay. There's no ropes, no witch.
Just juice.
I lay back down and I see it. I am living in uncertainties right now--
health, timing, commitments--
can I wake up and taste?
Internalize the spiritual realities; digest them.
I've got to pick up the cup and drink; no one can do it for me.
My Certainties in Uncertainty
Jesus loves me
He will work all things together for good in my life
He forgives me
He continually renews me
He will give me strength for everything He calls me to do
There is nothing too big for Jesus
He is making me more like Him
I taste.
I see that He is good.
I am satisfied.
scripture: Psalm 34:8 "Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him."
photos: timmy tasting, testing the water, falls creek, conner's poppies
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