My youngest sister (#3 if you are counting) had a hip replacement this summer. And please don’t tell her she’s too young to undergo such a thing. She may stomp her sparkly turquoise cane on your foot.
We all knew it would be a difficult recovery, especially for someone who thrives on being Here, There, and Everywhere, often at the same time.
Suddenly she was Here.
And after two weeks she was still . . . . Here.
As a month passed, she may have made a tiny bit of progress toward There, but Everywhere was a faraway dream place she didn’t think she’d ever reach again.
I imagine there were days when she wanted to settle in Here and set up a permanent camp. Forget about moving to There, or even imagining what Everywhere could be like.
But she didn’t settle. Not once. She continued to work at her health (yes, good health needs a lot of attention, both mentally and physically). Little Sister walked and worked and therapy-ed her way to There, and now on a good day, she can glimpse Everywhere through her binoculars.
Dear people, sometimes Hard Things get handed to us. Sometimes we seek them out ourselves. Regardless of how they enter our lives, Hard Things will make us better people, stronger people–but we’ve got to get past Here. And in case you are wondering, it won’t be easy. That’s why they are called Hard Things.
When Drew was about five years old, he wrote this and propped it up against his dad’s bedside lamp so he would see it the minute he woke up. This was a kid who realized he needed help to accomplish his Hard Thing, in this case, disposing of a harmless but creepy arachnid. So when or if your Hard Thing becomes a Very Hard Thing, don’t ever feel like you must do it alone.
God gave us his Son for exactly that reason–that we never be alone during those Very Hard Things in life. Do you need to pack up your gear at Camp Here and get moving? Today is the day.
Just watch out for that spry young lady with the cane; she may just run you over on her way to Everywhere.