The Waiting Place

There is a family that is dear to my heart. They recently announced that they feel that God wants them to move. They don’t know where to, but they know, after much confirmation from prayer and Bible reading, that God is sending them somewhere. The husband has stepped down from his job and they have listed their house for sale. (It sounds insane, I know) They are blogging about their journey over at The Wading Pool and I’ve been reading along as their journey progresses, secretly hoping that it’s just a big test and they won’t actually be leaving us for new things. Several posts lately have focused on their waiting; waiting for affirmation, waiting for the house to sell, waiting to see where they will go next. So, I was praying for them, because, I, of all people, know the agony of waiting for God to reveal His next steps, when it occurs to me, ” I should share with her that I know exactly how she is feeling and just let her know that she’s not alone.”

I don’t like to just sit down and type. I have to plan ahead exactly what I want to say… and then I usually revise my writings at least 3 times. So there I am, going about my day, distractedly planning my note to this friend, when it occurs to me that maybe someone else out there needs to know that they aren’t the only one waiting on God.

I start revising my note again. This time it is a blog post and it is going to list all of the things that we are currently waiting on God to do, when God derails my train of thought.

Sometimes God says to us “I’m going to do something amazing! Keep your eyes on me so that you don’t miss it.” And we, being the awesome children that we are, we hear “My Daddy is going to solve this problem for me by doing exactly what I dream of in exactly the way that I dream it will happen.” We take our eyes off of him, we watch down the road in the direction that we think the awesome thing is coming from, and we miss what God had planned.

For example: (Go ahead and grab a tissue.)

I’ve mentioned on here a few times, that when Matthew was a few days old and clinging to life, the doctors asked us to choose if we wanted this difficult life for him or if we wanted to let him peacefully drift off to heaven. And, I’ve also mentioned, that we prayed. We prayed hard and felt very strongly that God had big plans for Matthew.  So we fought for him and we still fight for him and we wait for this ‘big thing’. We wait, because when we heard God say “I have plans for him”, what we really heard was “I’m going to heal him and he’s going to walk and talk and no one will ever believe that he suffered a traumatic brain injury”. So here I am, planning a blog post in which I say that we are still waiting on God to do this miraculous healing when He replays a scene in my mind.

Rusty and I have just left the hospital, after hours of meeting with doctors and crying over our son, whose buried behind machines and lines, and we are exhausted and confused. In a haze, we wander into a Taco Bell, where we sit and talk and don’t really eat our food. We are trying to talk over ‘what we want for Matthew’ and a very public place like Taco Bell somehow seemed like the right place for this intimidating conversation. I remember mustering the courage to look Rusty in the eye and almost inaudibly utter “I just don’t want us to be the only ones who love him. I need him to be loved.” I’m not dumb. I know how a lot of people see the special needs community. I know that they are intimidating and scary. I know that I was scared of these kids too. I wanted him to grow up, to get married, and to have his own family. I know now that this is unlikely. I’ve learned that children with his type of mobility issues often die in their teen years from complications that arise from being sedentary. Now I desperately want people to see the joy that he brings, the humor that he possesses, his compassion, his frustrations, his humanity.

This is what this blog is about. This is why he has a Facebook page. So that people can see him and love him for the awesome little man that he is. This is what God has done with his life. He has used us to help dissipate some of the fear surrounding the ‘different’ , to challenge people to see the beauty in his life, in all life, and to make sure that we are not the only ones who love him.

Are you waiting on God? I still believe that there are more great things to come both for Matthew and as a result of his little life. However, I am missing the message if I fail to see the amazing things that God has already done: the many times that he has spared Matthew’s life, the astounding support network that surrounds us, the joy and intimacy that our family has been gifted as a result of Matthew’s presence, and much more.  If you are in a waiting place, take a minute to look back on the path that you have traveled. I guarantee that you missed (or forgot) one or two of the amazing things that God has already done in your life. And be encouraged, because the best is yet to come!

For since the world began, no ear has heard and no eye has seen a God like you, who works for those who wait for him! – Isaiah 65:17

That is what the Scriptures mean when they say, “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him.” – 1 Corinthians 2:9


Prayers and Reality

Me With You

Recently Erynn and Ruth have been having trouble sleeping. I’m pretty sure that it’s the manifestation of their anxiety after Matthew’s three weeks in the hospital this summer. We’ve been praying with them, but a couple of weeks ago, we switched from praying with them to getting them to try to voice their prayers on…
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The Unexpected


Recently, the time came for Matthew’s physical therapy plan of care to be updated. We were very excited about this, because he has been making a lot of progress and showing interest in working hard. We just knew that the therapist would have her socks knocked off by his general awesomeness. Evaluation day came. We…
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When we lived in Raleigh, I was part of a close-knit group of  amazing ladies. We have shared many laughs and tears together. Thankfully, when we moved to Virginia, those friendships were not left behind. They have inspired me and lifted my spirits countless times over the last several years. I love them and I…
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Matthew being happy

As many of you know, Matthew has two older sisters. Many people don’t  realize, however, how narrowly Matthew escaped sharing his birthday with one of them. Yesterday, May 28th, we celebrated big sister Ruth’s fourth birthday. Today we celebrate Matthew’s second birthday. For a moment, though, I would like to take a break from our…
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Back and Forth




This weekend Rusty took the kids to a local park for a few minutes while waiting for me to finish at an appointment. He decided to put Matthew into one of the baby swings. Matthew’s body immediately stiffened in reaction to the new sensation of sitting in a swing, but his arms relaxed some. He even held on to the swing. The big news though, was his concentration on holding his head up. He kept his head up high and enjoyed the swing.

When Rusty showed me the picture of him in the swing, I cried. It’s not something that I imagined he would ever be able to enjoy. Well, some days I imagine Matthew overcoming everything and playing football like a champ but, a lot of days I try to be realistic with myself and accept that he most likely will never play football or  even sit in a chair that doesn’t offer trunk support.

I swear that boy can read my thoughts. It’s like he waits for me to have a few days of feeling like things are never going to change and then he goes and does something amazing. “Take that, Mom”, he says. After transplant Matthew took several big steps backwards in his physical therapy. But, he has taken several huge steps forward in his speech therapy. He’s drinking 2-6 ounces by bottle and eating 1-4 ounces of baby food (when he wants to, of course). He’s enjoying little baby food snacks and eating things like bagels and doughnuts and french toast. Of course, I have to hold those things and put them in his mouth for him, but it’s HUGE that he opens his mouth for it and chews it and swallows it. Huge.

Pre-transplant sitting up

Pre-transplant sitting up

His ability to sit unassisted is far behind where he used to be, but he’s starting to make tiny steps forward in areas where he wasn’t moving forward at all before. He’s starting to try to roll over from both his belly and his back. He’s trying to bring his hand to his mouth. He’s digging his feet in to try to crawl. He’s reaching for toys more than before (with his right hand. That left hand is extremely difficult for him to get to do what he wants it to). He’s following things more. Comprehending story lines. Laughing at shows. Smiling in anticipation of his favorite part of a movie. He’s jabbering away. He’s using Dada more often and using the occasional Mama. He gets a big grin when I say “I love you, Matthew.” and moves his tongue to form ‘love’ although he’s just getting the “/l/” sound out right now. I swear he’s told me “No” too.

I sometimes feel like I’m on a swing of my own and Matthew is sitting beside me waiting for me to be discouraged on the back swing, waiting to remind me that he doesn’t care what people think, he’s going to do whatever he wants to do and he’s going to do it on his own schedule.

He reminds me of someone I know.