One day this week while we were being double teamed by the band of brothers and little miss thing, Graham went missing.
I found him curled up on the front room couch.
I asked him what was wrong and he just shook his head. He said he didn’t know.
I asked him if I guessed the right thing, would he tell me and he nodded yes.
So I went back over what I could remember of the past fifteen to twenty minutes to see if I could find the trigger but as I suggested some possibilities he shook his head no repeatedly.
I asked if he just felt sad and that got a nod of ascent.
He had been up playing basketball earlier at a friend’s house and I wondered if being with them reminded him of all that he has lost in such a short time.
At eight years old, his sport’s teams and lunch room grossness and games of kickball are his world.
Sure he loves his family, but it’s hard to keep getting excited about a two year old’s tea party with her Minnie Mouse cart and a four year old who needs the hoop lowered to about 5 feet off the ground and a six year old who wants to beat him and imitate him all at the same time, on a loop…24/7.
And he’s sad.
And he wants to know when it’s going to end, but we don’t have answers.
The adults who always have fixed things, can’t fix this.
So we talked about our faith, G and I.
And I told him I get sad, too…and even scared.
And I have to remember that I never had control of things, but I could manage them better before this thing started.
And we prayed.
We prayed for an end and we prayed for healing of those sick, we prayed for patience and for hope to fill us and we prayed for our friends who don’t know Jesus and are trying to get through this without Him.
The sadness didn’t go away right away but we held each other, and we drew comfort from that.
God is good.
This I know.
And we will see it…keep the faith, dear ones.
Keep the faith <3