Pizza, Kombucha, and a Coloring Book
(First published on CaringBridge, December 2018)
Sometimes in the middle of really big things, God shows up in the little things to say, "I see you."
The third day in the hospital, I went to the patient refrigerator to grab my kombucha (delivered with love by my dear friends), and it was gone. I approached the attendee at the desk and, with tears in my eyes, said, "My kombucha is gone! Who would take my kombucha? I just wanted to sit down in Chandler's room and sip my kombucha. Who would do this?" The poor attendee probably thought I was cracking up because here my son is lying in a coma with a brain and spinal injury and the thing I'm going apeshit over is a bottle of kombucha. I composed myself and went about my new normal routine of standing beside Chandler's bed talking to him and holding his hand, walking to the waiting room, visiting with friends, and starting the cycle all over again. About an hour later, the attendee came to me and said, "I found your kombucha." I hugged her and said, "You're my kombucha savior!" You have no idea how much I sensed God's whisper to me in that moment -- "I've got you."
Today a few of us weren't able to get away for a lunch break and were getting pretty hungry. Out of nowhere, three large pizzas were delivered from someone who knows Chandler from Board & Brew (where he works) and whose loved one is now in the surgical ICU a couple of doors down. Family and friends broke bread in true communion over that pizza. God was there, and he sent us really good pizza. We pray this kind man's mom recovers and enjoys a healthy New Year.
Soon after taking up residence in our new living room at the surgical ICU waiting room, Charli left her Alice in Wonderland coloring book and crayons there so that not only could she color in it each day, but also other families there in the waiting room could color a page and take it with them. A few days ago, the coloring book was gone. Charli had colored pictures in that book for a year and a half and could tell you where she was when she colored each one. We had colored pictures together. It's a huge stress reliever. Today a friend came to visit and handed Charli a beautiful coloring book with crayons and markers. I said, "How sweet! Did you hear about Charli's coloring book being stolen?" She replied, "No, I just thought the people who didn't like doing puzzles would enjoy a coloring book." God shows up in the small things, in the moments that make up the hours.
Chandler was calm and peaceful today for the most part. Please pray that whatever comes tomorrow, we will have the courage, strength and peace of Christ to sustain us. I trust this will be the case...He has never failed us yet.