Draft Picks

No, not the NFL draft. As much of a football fan as I am, Melissa and I both wondered out loud how anyone can bear to watch that. It’s a short bit of action about every 15 minutes, and the rest is the dreaded sportscasters speaking their platitude infested cant.

I’m musing on a Bible reading that came up this morning, in which Jesus, about to perform a miracle, picks a Mission Impossible team…

But Jesus on hearing this answered him, “Do not fear; only believe, and she will be well.” And when he came to the house, he allowed no one to enter with him, except Peter and John and James, and the father and mother of the child. (Luke 8:50-51 ESV)

He excludes all kinds of caring and curious people, but brings in the mom and dad as part of his team.

A central theme of this blog is that caregivers are a bunch of ill prepared, ill equipped and sometimes just plain ill amateurs. That’s why care giving stinks a lot of the time.

Yet the divine help comes, and we are part of miracles.

This morning I’m especially thankful for how we were helped through Joey’s seizure season. Those awful things came on as a surprise in his teen years, and have tapered off with meds and, even more, with the passing of puberty (yes, if you’re a parent of a typical kid, they are crazy during those years. Brain chemistry goes berserk.)

How he never seriously injured his head or neck in a fall (including a bloody gash incident that Melissa handled) is pure grace. We stayed close and caught him most of the time, but not 100%.

Anyway, just a reminder that God is with you, not because you’re perfect but because God loves those who are not.

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