Please continue to pray for Jessica! Here is a blog her family has set up for her! It has been just over a month now since Jessica went to the hospital…
From December 7th:
For the last three weeks my heart has been gripped by Jessica’s story. A young wife, with a young son of two years and currently carrying her second. The week of Thanksgiving she went into the hospital with breathing issues. Tests revealed cancer wrapped around her throat. Due to her situation they felt they would be able to take action immediatly with treatments. However, one more test revealed the dreadful truth that the cancer was not contained in her throat, but filled her body and organs. My heart was ripped in two for this beautiful mother, her husband, her young son, her family and her unborn baby.
There are not too many moments that go by in my day when something, some mundane task like washing dishes or folding laundry makes me stop and think and pray. Life is truely a vapor.
This past Sunday we were given an opportunity to visit her and her husband in the hospital. We didn’t know how long we would have. Perhaps an hour, a few minutes…or not at all. I struggled to be ready with encouragment or perhaps a song…and especially to be brave and not to weep. The morning came and we bustled around getting ready. A last minute arrangment of Christmas greens occupied much of my time.
Here and there I heard c say he wanted to make a card for Jessica. First he brought me a pink piece of construction paper on which he had drawn a manger scene. There was the stable with a star on top. There was Joseph and near him was Mary holding the precious baby, Jesus. He cut out a donkey and I mentioned, “wouldn’t it be nice to color it”? Sometimes he works quickly and neglects to color.
Presently he came back with it colored. I mentioned that perhaps he ought to add some words. He ran off and then I began to wonder if he would ruin it with a mistake or some crazy sentence that wouldn’t make any sense. Usually he asks for help to spell words but this time he didn’t. And I worked away at my project…forgetting what he was up to.
Quietly he came to my side and I took a moment to glance down to see what he had done. Perfectly written in the center of the paper were the words, “The Lord is with you”. Tears filled my eyes and I fought back the sobs. Yes, my son. You have utterly said all that need be said. The Lord is with you Jessica…in your deepest, darkest hour when the world would say that He has left you…He is there.
An hour later, Jessica lay in her bed with c’s card in her hand. She signed (her only method of communication besides writing in a notebook occasionally) her appreciation for his gift. My heart was full.
Little evidences of grace throughout our days are what make us able to fight the fight that is laid out before us.
Consider praying for sweet Jessica to be bold in her fight and for her faith to grow. For her sweet family who is hurting deeply inside yet remaining peaceful as they rest in the cleft of the Rock.