Late last night, I was looking at pictures of Luke over at his Mom's facebook site when I stumbled upon this picture of Steve holding his son.
The complete agony in Steve's eyes as he holds his precious son. The unspeakable pain and sorrow. Most pictures are worth a thousand words.
This one is worth millions.
Things are not going well. Luke's time with us is fleeting. From his Mom, Vikki:
How they can bear this is, quite simply, beyond my comprehension.Watching Luke's body deteriorate breaks my heart on so many levels. Seeing him not able to eat, not able to stand, is unbearable. I am really not able to let my mind even think about it or I would collapse, and Luke will not allow it (If he even hears a quiver in my voice he says "Mom, you OK? You're not crying, right? I don't want you to cry, if you cry I'll cry and I don't want to cry.") So none of that is allowed. (Except in the garage, shower, outside, or where-ever I choose to hide!!)
I have never seen such strength, courage, and love before in the entirety of my frequently violent and comparatively insignificant life.
I rarely have been at a loss for words, but this all causes my vocabulary to shrink to nothingness.
You learn a lesson in watching all of this. A life lesson so full of things to remind you what's important. And I will remember Luke.
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You and I got off on the wrong foot and have never been able to change that for 6 years now. However, I want you to know that my spirit is grieved for your family. I have wept and prayed off and on since I first heard about Luke. I believe the same Jesus that raised Lazarus from the dead still does miracles today. That is how I am praying, until God reveals his plan. Please accept these lyrics of peace from hymnist Fanny Crosby:
A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord, A wonderful Savior to me;
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,Where rivers of pleasure I see.
Refrain:
He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock, That shadows a dry, thirsty land; He hideth my life in the depths of His love,
And covers me there with His hand,
And covers me there with His hand.
A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord, He taketh my burden away,
He holdeth me up and I shall not be moved, He giveth me strength as my day.
With numberless blessings each moment He crowns,And filled with His fullness divine, I sing in my rapture, oh, glory to God! For such a Redeemer as mine.
When clothed with His brightness transported I rise To meet Him in clouds of the sky,His perfect salvation, His wonderful love,
I’ll shout with the millions on high.
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