Since we asked for very non-descript help, my lawn was mowed, dog poop scooped, meals have been prepared and gift cards have been received. These have shown us a family we did not know we had. The phone calls, the pints and the text messages have been appreciated and mean so much. And we know it is tough to show us the love of Christ. The tough aspect for us going through Kate's diagnosis is doing so alone. We saw one friend yesterday who just wrapped each of us in her arms, it was a hug that meant more than she knew and that is what we need more often.
Job's friends are notorious for putting their feet in their mouths. Their accusations of Job's sin and wickedness are indeed a large part of the book of Job, but I have often been struck with their initial response:
Now when Job’s three friends heard of all this evil that had come upon him, they came each from his own place, Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite. They made an appointment together to come to show him sympathy and comfort him. And when they saw him from a distance, they did not recognize him. And they raised their voices and wept, and they tore their robes and sprinkled dust on their heads toward heaven. And they sat with him on the ground seven days and seven nights, and no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that his suffering was very great. ~ Job 2:11-13
A couple years ago, some friends of ours lost their baby and I took these verses to heart, even attempting to feebly emulate them. Now, we need this ourselves. This does suck. We don't know what to say. Seeing Kate and hearing her process through this is gut wrenching for us. No eight year old should be frustrated with the fact that she might not be able to play her DS or even hold a pencil someday. There are no words.
What we need most now are hugs and people asking us how we are, being ready for us to answer quietly or with unbridled truth and pain.