My Sweet Luke
I have been challenged with quite a bit of "heavy" news lately. My dad's cancer returned, his good friend Rich's cancer has spread, a man from our church went to the Mayo this week bc his cancer has returned, and my dear friend, Alicia, from Target just found out her breast cancer matastasized to her lung and she has little time to live. I heard that news and just couldn't take any more. She has two young boys, and is just 36 years old. I cried and cried and cried. I finally calmed down by opening the Bible and reading God's promises. But the reality of death scares me, even though it shouldn't because I have the assurance of heaven. But I have always feared I would die young, and the news of Alicia has me thinking of the horror of having to leave my babies before they are grown. So I have been battling this heaviness for a few days...
Yesterday, during an especially heavy moment, I went into my bedroom to just have a few minutes alone. Luke found me though. I told him I wasn't feeling well...that I was feeling sad. He was so concerned. He put his little hand on my leg and held it there, then rubbed my leg a little. I could tell he wanted to help me feel better. He said to me, "Do you need some medicine, mama?" I said, "I guess, maybe. That might help." Luke said, "I will go get you some medicine, mama." He took off running to the kitchen and I watched from my bed as he pulled the bar stool over to the cupboard where I have my vitamins and any other medications. He was up on the stool and back down in no time. He came running back to me with some vitamins and said "Here you go, mama. This make you feel better." What a precious boy I have.
Yesterday, during an especially heavy moment, I went into my bedroom to just have a few minutes alone. Luke found me though. I told him I wasn't feeling well...that I was feeling sad. He was so concerned. He put his little hand on my leg and held it there, then rubbed my leg a little. I could tell he wanted to help me feel better. He said to me, "Do you need some medicine, mama?" I said, "I guess, maybe. That might help." Luke said, "I will go get you some medicine, mama." He took off running to the kitchen and I watched from my bed as he pulled the bar stool over to the cupboard where I have my vitamins and any other medications. He was up on the stool and back down in no time. He came running back to me with some vitamins and said "Here you go, mama. This make you feel better." What a precious boy I have.
how sad and how adorable. Praying for all of your family and friends!
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