Guest blogging today is my friend and writing partner, Lori Freeland. Welcome to Moving the Ancient Boundaries, Lori.
Conceding Christmas is one of my favorite past posts and tells the story I wrote about our Christmas in 2004, less than two months after Kyle was diagnosed with leukemia.
Here is Part One:
Conceding Christmas
3 AM
I burrow deeper under the covers, the bed large and lonely. Thirteen days until Christmas, but I’m not planning a celebration.
Arranging a funeral seems more likely.
My husband stayed at the hospital tonight with our ten-year-old son. This time, Kyle struggles with fever, low blood counts, and multiple infections—staph in his central line and fungus in his left lung.
The neighbor’s Christmas lights shine through my curtains, pulsing red and green. An ache sets in around my temples. I’ve been lying here for hours, watching the numbers on the clock glow and change, trying to ignore God tugging at my heart.
Give Kyle to me.
My chest squeezes in response to the words. “Lord, let me sleep.” (more…)
MOVING THE ANCIENT BOUNDARIES 