Dear Jacob…my mind went blank. I had no words. What does one say to a fourteen-year-old kid with a terminal disease, whose birthday wish is to receive one hundred thousand birthday cards before turning fifteen?
Fight the good fight…that sounded so, empty. What do I know about fighting this kind of fight? Mitochondrial disease or any illness has not been part of my journey. So how do I attempt to lift his spirit when he doesn’t know if he will be alive tomorrow…or even later today?
The unmarked card laid bare on my desk. “Lord, what do You want Jacob to know?” And then a stirring from within.
Don’t stop dreaming, hoping, loving, or believing. Share your smile every moment. A sick world longs to see your hope, your perseverance, and your joy. This is your journey. Use it to glorify God in the face of disease. Praying over you, friend.
With tear stained cheeks I whispered, “Why, Lord? How come there’s so much pain and suffering?”