When David was diagnosed, he knew the statistics. He was a practicing physician who knew the odds of surviving brain cancer. Not only did he know the mortality rate, he knew the physical and emotional statistics of what the disease carried.
But, we made a choice. A choice not to believe the statistics, but instead, to live a fulfilling life as who we were and what we stood for. Not a number.
Our journeys, what we drink , what we eat, all put us into a statistic. However, there is one choice we don’t make. One that is handed to us, handed to our children….death.
Audrey and Parker are doomed when you read the statistics about children who have lost a parent. Parker is likely to be a drug addict or alcoholic before the age of 18. Audrey is likely to have relationship issues when it comes to men, because she lost the security of one at the age of 5. Because statistics say 85 percent of children that lose a parent before the age of 18 will develop substance abuse or relationship issues. Talk about uplifting!!!!
Or there’s the other statistic… 30 percent of presidents lost a parent. Instead will Audrey and Parker be overachievers? I am hoping for the over achiever part. Or, will they fall in the 15% that don’t experience any of this.
These statistics have nothing to do with the choice they make of what to eat, drink or how much to work out. Or whether they grow up in private or public school. They lost a parent. They saw death. Their daddy and the finality of it. It wasn’t their choice. Yet now… they are a statistic.
As the parent here, I have a choice. I have the choice to not let the enemy put the fear of statistics in me be because a choice my kids and their father did not make. Instead I choose to see it as a journey they may take. I have mentioned before, nightly I go in each of their rooms and pray. Not for them to be shielded from heart ache. Although I wish that deeply! But, instead for God to use whatever road their life may take for good, for purpose, for the eternity they will experience one day. If their journey can bring just one person to know the peace in christ, they will one day know it was all worth it.
Before David’s passing my life was easy. It was picture perfect. Now, I have this purpose. To live a life of vulnerability and to humble myself to those around. To listen to stories of heartache and pain. To open up in a way that is uncomfortable and difficult. I share so other’s will know they aren’t alone. To try to let other’s know the top of the mountain is so much more beautiful than the bottom. That half way through can make you want to go down, but please just go up. Please please. Because all of this is simply momentary. Your journey, is meaningful. You, are meaningful.
A friend shared this on their Facebook. I have listened to this on some of the most discouraging days and shared it with many friends who are on some rocky paths. I share it with you, if you have experienced loss of any kind. Or, if you are on a path that looks a little scary, that you know the way down seems easy, but the way up is the one that is the most divine and beautiful.
Taking Steps By Faith,