Spring break for many in our area starts this week. Taylor had hers a couple of week ago–the LAST ONE she will ever have–unless she someday goes for her masters. Her’s did not entail travel or adventure like so many. Taylor’s week off from college looked like this: Working for Heartfelt full time then home to work on graduation open house stuff and organizing her apartment since she usually just “piles” everything until she has a day on the weekend to dig out.
If you are looking for the definition of “Spring Break” in the dictionary, Taylor’s life would NOT be used as an example.
At least she cut out time for graduation planning, now approximately 32 days away (but who’s counting):
Arch was sooo excited about Taylor’s graduation! We purchased her tableware and some of other graduation items last summer as a family. She and her dad purchased ordervy stuff, and we froze other food, so except for whatever she wants as a cake, cupcakes, or cheesecake, still to be determined, we are pretty much done with the basics.
Then Taylor and I have this trendy decorating idea…but we needed to make a mini door. Low and behold Arch had cut down a door awhile back and saved the bottom piece, “just in case.” Archie provided again.
Then the cancer memories creep in….:
The first day Archie went into the ER and we received the diagnoses, Arch said where and when he wanted the open house (now reception as I have a single income and need a head count). We made the reservation before they even got him up to his room. He knew it was going to be a difficult couple of months and he wanted to make decisions while he could.
This is one of those situations where God knew way ahead of time what was going to happen. He allowed opportunities to make decisions as a family that we normally wouldn’t have thought about “for a while.” Are we bitter? No, grateful.
We don’t know why God wanted Archie home. I desperately want and need him here. This “situation” sucks. Period. Again, though….what if this next year would have been a repeat….or worse than last year for Archie. Would I have wanted that for him?…..no…. . The only way I can deal with this is to continue to believe that God had mercy on him. In so doing, he allowed grace for Taylor and I.
Every decision we make for this graduation, Archie’s had his hand in. Her ring: he helped pick out on her birthday and got to touch it and check it out when it came in. Her invitations: they weren’t suppose to come in for weeks, but arrived the Monday before he passed. He got to see and ok them. How could that have happened if God hadn’t laid the path? There had to have been a plan, there is not anther explanation. Don’t try “luck” or “carma”. This wasn’t by chance, this was by design.
Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
Taylor and my situation is anything but prosperous, except possibly in Him revealing our true friends-they are invaluable. It is an encouragement that He does have a plan and we are not flying by the seat of our pants. There is hope in that. As for a future: I’ll have to trust Him for now….
and get back with you later.