We drew Joncee’s blood yesterday evening as we usually do and anticipated what today would hold. As we drove home yesterday, the preliminary results appeared good, but in situations like this you don’t settle until you hear the word from the doctor. As the blood was being pulled from his arm, I was praying over him as I watched it enter the tube for collection.
As we were driving home, Joncee asked to borrow my phone and he was giving me a rundown on who was playing in the NBA, his fantasy picks for the weekend in the NFL and a random collection of facts in his sports-consumed head.
I welled up with tears as I listened to his voice and so grateful how far we’ve come in the reality I still get to hear his voice. We bantered about Gonzaga basketball and I just listened with tears and a smirk on my face.
Today was exactly what we wanted to see and hear. His blood numbers were perfect. Nothing was too high and nothing was too low. His red blood cells have recovered just like they were supposed to.
I sit here with such a grateful heart knowing this journey can change at any moment, but so humbled by so many words spoken over my son over these last months and years. Each of you play a specific role for us in such an amazing way.
Some have prayed and aren’t sure they believe in it. Others have prayed with more confidence than I’ve had at times. Some pray with deep longings they didn’t know they had. The reality is, we’re all different because of this story. You are different. I am different. Perhaps our reflections of God are different too.
So we move ahead hoping to never walk this road again and knowing many are just starting their journey and we’re invited into those lives and stories recognizing their stories will make us different people in the process again. It’s the power of sharing life together. A presence that Jesus invites to walk in.
So keep going friends. I’ll update from time to time to keep everyone posted. Let’s live a great story together.
You are loved.