Last Christmas I was a pretty self-righteous twerp. Too much into myself and what I thought should happen and what I thought the Lord wanted to even recognize that I was being ridiculous.
Was I the only one in the wrong? No, but that is not the point. I can’t control what others do, I can only control what I do and how I react.
I was a self-righteous twerp who didn’t realize how incredibly blessed she was.
A lot can change in a year.
We just finished up Christmas lunch here at UAB and while there are still moments I have to remind myself it is Christmas there really is no getting away from it. As we sat there, supping with one another, I remembered the Thanksgiving meal we had at the same table just one month ago. This meal was much better because Jeremiah was with us.
That meal was filled with fear, uncertainty, and tears, lots of tears.
This meal was filled with thanksgiving, joy, and laughs, lots of laughs.
Perspective is defined as the state of one’s ideas, the facts known to one.
When the state of someone’s ideas and the facts that are known to them change in such a dramatic way as through a crisis it is hard to imagine ever feeling the same about anything. Even still, I know that with distance from this crisis and when time separates us from it, it will be easy to forget.
In all things, we must be intentional to remember.
This Christmas wasn’t as much about presents as it was just being together. This Christmas wasn’t as much about traditions as it was just remembering…remembering what the Lord has done, where we were just two weeks ago…and dreaming…dreaming about what God will do in and through this time and where we will be next Christmas.
Our perspective has changed.
This morning we all piled into the elevator, weighed down with the few presents we brought to exchange and there was another family in the elevator with us. After brief exchanges of “Merry Christmas”, a member of the other family mentioned it wasn’t the merriest of Christmases. While I resonated with that sentiment I said outloud, more to myself than anyone else, “It could be worse.” We could be home for Christmas this year and not at the hospital but it could have been because Jeremiah died…yea, it could be worse.
Turned out the family was there because their mother died last night.
Our perspective has changed and through that perspective change I have learned so much.
Here are some lessons I have learned from my sweet brother during this time.
Life is too short to wait until your plate is fixed and food tastes better eaten straight out of the serving dish. Yes, that really happened.
Something as simple as cereal can be a great thing…”What did you have for breakfast Jeremiah?” “Cereal and some milk. I know it doesn’t seem like much to you but it is to me!” It would seem like a lot to me too if I had been fed through a feeding tube in my nose for two weeks!
3 pound weights are not easy to maneuver but they are essential when you have a sweet little man waiting for you at home who is going to need you to pick him up.
Tennis shoes make good Christmas presents especially when they represent the fact that you WILL be able to run in them one day.
Sometimes it takes all the energy you have just to get cleaned up. More energy than you even have and so you have to give yourself permission to ask for help.
Love and pride in their simplest forms are enough to restore hope. Speech Therapist: “Who did you bring with you today, Jeremiah?’ Jeremiah: “My sisters. Kathryn and Rebecca. I brought my smart sisters with me today.” The result was a very encouraged sister.
If you only hear one thing from all of my ramblings it would be this…LOVE the people in your life.
Give them hugs and listen to their dreams.
Don’t just tolerate them, celebrate them.
Love them by serving them.
Do not take any moments you have with them for granted because you are not promised one more from the one you are having now.
So Merry Christmas, everybody.
Jesus, thank you for coming. Thank you for continuing to come. Thank you for the miracle that is your life and the life that is in the hospital bed next to me. Thank you for being everything I need. Thank you for going before us, walking with us, and waiting for us at the end of this journey called life. Thank you for loving me with a scandalous outrageous love. Thank you for…
…well, thank you for the gift of You.