Filed under: life
The last week has been full of unexpected experiences.
First, the fluff: My last post set a record for my little corner of the internets. In two days it cranked up almost 200 hits after several folks tweeted about it, and WordPress’ google-friendly relationship. Totally unexpected.
Next, this past Friday we had our first HC restart at our place. Six adults, 3 kids, and at least one other family that will be joining along next time we meet. After the previous HC implosion, and the now-apparent bad soil that had been building up prior to it, I realized that I hadn’t really be a part of a real Church in several months! Sure, I’ve attended a few services at some local buildings, but it was more informative, not relational. The result of Friday was unexpected – we were once again The Church for a few hours amid good food, conversation, worship and candid hopes of what we can do with this. Did not expect that.
Finally, on Friday I got a call I did not see coming at all: That my grandpa has lung cancer, and according to secondhand info, he has “months” to live. At first I was devastated. Totally crushed, and I spent most of Friday’s daytime hours an emotional wreck. But then intuition spoke, and I’d like to think that intuition is where the “still small voice” of God makes His words and direction known. I heard caution, wait, don’t give up or expect that the news of cancer is necessarily what you were told. So that’s what I’ve done. I’m doing as Reagan said – Trust but verify. There are myriad reasons for this, and I simply don’t need or want to go into them. Point is, the diagnosis has a lot of holes in it that need clarifying, and not from a general family medicine doctor.
Three unexpected experiences ranging in importance. I think it’s a mixture of funny, odd, and incredible at how meticulously woven life can turn out to be. With all the thoughts and conversation about expectations recently, this little season of surprise has a familiar aroma to it.
