The last couple days, the phrase "patient endurance" has been coming up in my mind quite frequently. I began to compare it to a marathon runner and then stopped myself. Not only because the idea of comparing myself anywhere near to a runner of any kind right now is hilariously laughable, but also the "patient" piece of the mantra is not an action word in my mind. In my mind, in this case, it is an intentional choice to wait. I am not a patient waiter. And it is such a fine art to be intentional about waiting. It is almost counter productive. I know that I am in no control and it's good to know what you know. I know I have no power over my body to heal itself. It will do what it's going to do when it's going to do it. The only control or choice I have is how I respond in the meantime. The second half of this phrase is where the marathon comparison comes in. In order to withstand anything worth while in this life, you must have endurance. If you've ever had a baby, you know this all to well. But it doesn't just have to be giving birth - it's getting through the long line at the grocery store, it's counting down the days till you finally get to leave for vacation, it's squeaking through on a tight monthly budget till that next pay check clears - all of it takes endurance to do it well. And endurance is a verb which will be replaced for you if you don't grab a hold. Suffer, scrap by, and withstand could be other describers. Endurance sounds so much more powerful and strong. I am continually looking for ways in which I can withstand and survive this experience without just "getting through" or "scraping the bottom of the barrel" so today, I want to focus on "intentionally resting with strength."
Speaking of strength, I want to brag about my sister for a minute because I adore her and she's amazing. Two weeks ago she gave birth in Seattle to an almost 11 pound baby. The meds they gave her for the c-section made her puke her little brains out for hours, the baby had to have a few tests so he was swooped to NICU with Melissa barely able to glimpse at his foot, she is type one diabetic so she had to balance her own health all the while desperately aching to hold her precious new bundle. Today, two weeks later, she is home, looking gorgeous, and taking care of one of the cutest little baby boys I have ever seen. She's smiling through sleepless nights and the joy that exudes from her when she talks is evident to anyone in ear shot. I am so proud of her and amazed by her and crazy about her. I can't begin to describe how precious it has been to receive my daily baby picture text from her. It never fails to make me smile and cheer my heart. Melissa - you're a rock star and I can't wait to love on that baby!!
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