No Pat Answers

Late Thursday afternoon the phone rang. I grabbed the receiver and continued with dinner preparations. “Hello?”

“Hi, Cindee? This is Lisa. I have the reports from Sam’s last round of tests. Sorry it took so long, but we had to run a couple of them twice to be sure.”

I took a deep breath and sat down, knowing immediately that whatever Lisa had to say I didn’t want to hear. One more disease. One more diagnosis kids Sam’s age don’t get. One more name I couldn’t understand until Lisa spelled it out. Nothing insurmountable. Nothing life threatening. Just more. More to learn and teach my son. More for him to process and accept. More I didn’t expect and definitely didn’t want. More that followed an entire day of more testing at Children’s Hospital with my youngest. Again, nothing insurmountable or life threatening, just more, and I longed for someone to hear my weary mama’s heart, so I poured it out in an email to my small group.

I’m so tired. The medical stuff is starting to suffocate me. I spent most of today at Children’s with Megan. So many tests, so much more information than my head could absorb, and now I’m trying to wrap my mind around Sam’s new liver disease and what that means. I know it’s good to know — necessary — but I want a break from all the meds, from insurance paperwork and jumping through hoops, from trying to understand another disease, from working through the emotions of it all with each child involved. I know this shouldn’t be a big deal. I know God will see me through. He always does. I trust Him, but I’m tired.

“Oh bless you, friend!” came the first response. “I weep for you. I know I can’t take the pain and feel helpless. Please know that I plead with God for you and your family. I know He doesn’t need my pleading, and is already acting in complete love and understanding, but I will not stop asking Him for relief for you.”

“Please don’t feel guilty for what you call complaining. Sometimes what we see as complaining is what others need to see and hear. It keeps us from pride, shows our humility, our weakness, our realness.”

“I continue to pray for you and your family, sometimes with just moans and groans because I just don’t know what to pray.”

Hearts of compassion. No pat answers. No simple solutions. Just friends who care standing with me in the pain. That’s the blessing of hope and the incomparable gift of love, born of compassion and freely offered, for sometimes the absolute best we can give is the willingness to listen, quietly and without judgment, good or bad, without interruption or easy answers or quick solutions, without offering our opinions or interjecting our own personal stories, simply, graciously, patiently offering time and space, unhurried and uncensored, for another’s heart to be heard.

Lord, teach me to listen with my heart, to offer no pat answers, but simply, only, always the beautiful, perfect, priceless gift of You instead. Amen.

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6 responses to “No Pat Answers

  1. Heidi Peterson

    Cindee-Please know that we are praying for you and the family. I wish there was more that I could do to help.

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  2. Cindee, oh I had no idea. I don’t know your family’s history with illness, I just know that you’ve alluded to many illnesses. Hearing how two of your children are ill just breaks my heart. I weep for you as well. Such a beautiful soul as you and such innocent, beautiful children as yours. As anyone’s. I am so grateful that you are a God-fearing woman because you are right; that is what will get you through. What you wrote in this post feels almost insurmountable to read, let alone live. I will lovingly add your family to my nightly prayers with my husband. Bless you, bless you, bless you.

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  3. Vicki Fitz

    Amen! walking this walk with you…..from one momma to another……I do not cease to pray for you. Much Love Always

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  4. amandastephan

    Ah, Cindee! What a life you lead ~ I just ‘met’ you through She Writes, and already I’m inspired to quell those pat answers that just leap to my lips! When I was growing up, I didn’t understand that when a Christian friend would say “I’ll pray for you”, it really meant so much more.

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  5. Deb Moll

    Priceless…….. thank you for sharing your heart and your life, His presence is there. My heart needed these words just now, how great and gracious He is to us. Love you friend, praying with you each day.

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  6. Thanks so much for sharing, that made my day!

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