I Un-Courage You To Stay Out Of The Bathroom

There are less than a dozen hours left in the year and this gathering of words are our battle scars and these words are our laugh lines and I find myself soaking them in because it all gets more serious the taller they get. And on the every day level, life is hard and sometimes thankless and finding the laughter in it is like uncovering buried treasure.  There are 99 in all and I had no idea until I lined them all up how many of them had their origin in a bathroom – my sincere apologies and I’ll completely understand if you don’t want to come to my house anymore.  Many of the scenarios include personal hashtags: from the most common – #lifewithboys, to the most funny [playing off of our secret parenting fear that our children won’t get college scholarships] – #notscholarshipmaterial, to a mini-series done this fall when I “live-posted” the cleaning up of the basement – #worldwarbasement

We’ve asked you to walk many hard things with us, so, for a brief moment, as we close 2015, enjoy our “normal“…

The winner of the first 2015 quote goes to Aidan Russell Grey, found shoeless on the 7 degree Lake Geneva golf course: “But Grammie, sand is for bare feet!” #NotScholarshipMaterial

2. “Mom! Come quick! It’s an emergency!! I’m using ‘The Force’ on Karsten and Chase!!” …time to redefine “emergency”.

3. Newspaper reporter: “And where do you go to school?”
Aidan: “Um, I go to school at Washington… Washington, D.C.” #PublicRelationsGenius

4. T-minus 10 minutes before this morning’s doctor appointments: “Hey Mom! We don’t have our coats on yet. We’re having an underwear party! We took all of our underwear out of the drawers and are throwing them in the air and that’s the party!!” Yep, that sounds about right. #LifeWithBoys

5. “Mom, I’m bringing Karsten downstairs to you because he got his lip stuck in the wheel of his police truck and we can’t get it out.” #NotScholarshipMaterial

6. Life lessons with the Ewoldts: “If Darth Vader had a sister, I’m sure he would have been nice to her and not used the force on her…not even because her bedroom is pink.”

7. That moment you ask him to try making his bed by himself… #LifeWithBoys

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8. When the 3 year old responds to “But did you move the dresser?” with: “Well…maybe I did not, but you can’t come into my room right now, Mom.” #LifeWithBoys

9. That moment in a media interview where the children start informing the reporter on family history: “Well, Aidan is my brother…but sometimes he gets angry…and Darcy should stop talking forever…and it’s okay if I put my dirty socks on the piano…because sometimes Daddy puts his dirty socks there too.” #MassiveFacePalm

10. Sometimes life with small boys means being asked to read a short eulogy over the spider on the wall before being encouraged to “…skooosh it’s guts out, Mom!” So complicated. #LifeWithBoys

11. “Look, Mom! We are both playing telephone!!” #NotScholarshipMaterial

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12. At the breakfast table: “Hey Mom, can we eat some crackers while we are waiting for snack time?” #LifeWithBoys #BottomlessPits

13. “But can we PLEASE jump on all the furnitures?! I promise we will do it very s-l-o-w-l-y!!” #BoyLogic

14. I’d love to see the parenting book that gives an explanation for what I was just told: “Well, I taked off my shirt and then I went into the fridge and took out an orange and I put it in my armpit, and it made me really cold!”

15. “Mom, I’ve decided that when I grow up, I will have lots of children and they’ll all be boys. …and their names will all have to be ‘Aidan’. Otherwise, I won’t be able to read or spell their names.” -Aidan #KnowYourLimits

16. “Hey Mom, I really want to name one of the class chickens. I don’t know if Mrs. Coover will let me, but if she does, I’m thinking about either Ketchup or Captain America.”

17. The parenting conundrum is this: If you actually say “Hey, bathroom towel racks only look like gym equipment. They are, in fact, NOT”, then you might give them ideas. However, if you don’t ever say it, you’re liable to encounter a small boy doing chin ups as the towel bar crashes to the ground because “Well, you never told me not to.”

18. Little Girl: Okay, now, I’ll be the Mommy and do the cooking…”
Little Ewoldt Boy: “Okay. I’ll be the Daddy. Smell my victory, you Trojan dogs!!”
That went well.

19. “No, I’m sorry, Karsten. Dogs aren’t oviparous animals.” …and with that, my 6 year old is smarter than me.

20. “But, why can’t I wash my hands in the toilet, Mom??” – Excuse me while my inner germaphobe falls down and dies. #LifeWithBoys

21. “I’m a Princess Cinderella Storm Trooper Clone and this is my helmet.” Yep, that sounds about right.

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22. “I think I was born for turkey. Sometimes I wish I was a turkey so I could eat myself…well, maybe not that, because it would be awkward, but I at least wish it was Thanksgiving all the time so I could eat turkey forever…but I still wouldn’t eat myself.” -Aidan Ewoldt, “Ode To A Turkey Sandwich” #NotScholarshipMaterial

23. Lunch guessing games… Chase: “I’m a superhero, and I wear a super suit, and I throw things, and I say ‘Ha! My name is Batman!’ …Who am I?”, Karsten: “DARK BADER!!!!”, Aidan: “Superman!!” All. The. Hashtags.

24. “Well, son, I’m so sorry your head hurts, but that’s what happens when you make the decision to pull a hat over your eyes and navigate the house at a run.” #NotScholarshipMaterial #GeneticsFTW

25. 3 year old voice from the bathroom: “Mom! I flushed the toilet! …and I have my butt on!”
Words fail me…

26. “Yes, that’s a very good point, but I stand by my original statement: you may not tape things to yourself or your brothers.”

27. Turns out, yoga becomes far less relaxing when you turn from “downward dog” to the sight of one boy’s bare butt hanging out the kitchen window as he makes a wild grab for the underwear his older brother is throwing off the side of the porch. #LifeWithBoys

28. That moment when structured morning “coloring time” turns in to an all-out drama that leaves me explaining to crushed littles why their father is probably not going to cut a hole in the bedroom wall for the secret boy club. #MaternalBuzzKill #SaveTheHouse

29. Parental Log: 6:58AM — Echoing voice sounds coming from the bathroom – the kind of sounds that could only be made if a child stuck his head into the toilet bowl to make them. Under parental interrogation and great duress, he admitted to opening the lid, sticking his head in, and singing a song at the top of his lungs as… “an accident”. #NotEnoughCoffeeInTheWorld #NotEnoughBleachInTheWorld

30. “I’m tackling her because she said I need to go to England and learn manners because I don’t have any.” #SisterProbs #LifeWithBoys

31. “Is Toews called ‘The Captain’ because he’s the captain of the team? Why is it called a penalty box? Is it a power play because they use special powers? Which color are the Blackhawks wearing? Why did the goalie fall down when the puck came at him? Why is Daddy yelling at the TV? Is it nice to laugh and cheer when the bad guys have the puck? Why can’t they high-stick each other? What happens if they drop their sticks? When can they start fighting? …that’d be cool.” -Hockey with Aidan

32. “Mom, we are doing something super awesome with the Slip ‘n’ Slide!! …and don’t worry…you won’t have to take anyone to the emergency room!!”

33. That moment the young artist decided his older sister’s blue nail polish would be less awesome in the bottle and exceedingly more awesome in a self-expressive, artistic mural all over the side of my antique waterfall dresser. I’m sensing tragedy in said artist’s near future. #PicasSOMuchTrouble

34. “Mom, wook! I gwood it so it would stick to my face! It’s gwood to my face!!” #TimeToWockUpTheGwooStick

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35. When the answer to “Why did you punch your brother in the face?” is “But he said ‘blah-blah’ to me!“, you know it’s going to be a *great* day. #SuckerPunchWednesday #LifeWithBoys

36. “UN-courage”: The term used by Aidan to describe his practice of distracting Chase and Karsten from cleaning up. As in, “Mom, I un-couraged them to NOT clean up.” #CaptainDoubleNegative #LifeWithBoys

37. That moment the contrite sibling confession comes after driving nearly a quarter of a mile: “Well, Mom, I DID take Karsten’s favorite little dog even though I said I didn’t…and then I put him on the roof of the car.” #BandOfBrothers #LifeWithBoys

38. “But I didn’t bite him on purpose! He stuck his foot in my face and it accidentally went in my mouth and my teeth closed…but only a little!!” #LifeWithBoys

39. “Mom, I forgive you…because I ate all the marshmallows.”

40. “Mom, I’m helping you today! … Can I have a hundred dollars?” #CharmingChase

41. “But Mom, I didn’t really punch him…it was a fake punch!” Excuse me for second while I go reset my Keurig to “stun”.

42. What Karsten does to makes something disappear: “Abwa-ca-dabwaaaa!!” [sticks it behind his back]
What Karsten does when asked to make something reappear: [pulls it from behind his back, holds it out, looks at you like you’re crazy] “Yeah, it’s wight hewe, why?” #NotScholarshipMaterial

43. “Can I have rocket boosters? I’m never going to clean my room again! What day is tomorrow? Is it my first day of school? I don’t like you because you won’t let me eat candy and Daddy ALWAYS says it’s okay! Can you make something NOT yucky for dinner? Can I have a laser to freeze things?” #LifeWithChase

44. I can hear Karsten standing in front of the bathroom mirror talking to his reflection…“You’re so handsome! … No, YOU’RE so handsome! …NO, you’re SO handsome! …” [and so on] Can I blame this on the Ewoldt genes?

45. “Look Mom! I made a giant tower of [LEGO] heads!!” To save for college, or bail…that is the question. #NotCreepyAtAll

46. Four hours and five minutes… The length of time on the first day of school until the first call from the nurse’s office. #LifeWithBoys

47. That in-the-middle-of-church moment you realize your youngest son has his pants on backwards and your first thought is; “At least he’s wearing pants”. #LifeWithBoys

48. It’s not so much the saying: “Karsten Robert Charles, take the carrot out of your nose!” that gets me… It’s the knowledge that it isn’t the first time I’ve said it and it almost definitely won’t be the last.

49. Chase was afraid I’d miss him too much while he was in school… So, he snuck a yellow crayon into the dryer. #LifeWithBoys

50. “Well, Mom, I didn’t make good choices today in school – like Jabba the Hut when he chooses not to listen to Luke Skywalker and then he gets really dead. He should have made better choices and…well, me too.” -Chase #StarWarsLifeLessons

51. “Well, Mom, if you EVER make me wait for ANYTHING, that probably means you don’t love me.” -Karsten #YoungestChildProbs #GuiltTrippin’

52. The parental disciplinary quandary… Technically speaking, I never specifically told him: “Hey Karsten, while I’m outside putting your brother on the bus for four minutes, you’re not to push a chair to the sink, fill Aidan’s nerf gun with water, and give the family room and your sister’s bedroom a super-soaker shower.”

53. “Can we PLEASE slide down the stairs in boxes if we PROMISE you won’t have to take us to the hospital??” #LifeWithBoys

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54. If you’re going to steal dry erase markers to write all over the basement wall and then deny it; it’s probably best not to WRITE YOUR NAME. #SmoothCriminal

55. Well, hello there, Monday morning…
Me: “Aidan, why are you wearing three pairs of underwear?”
Aidan: “Because every day when I get off the bus and go downstairs, Kookie tries to take my pants down…but now, he won’t be able to because I’ve tricked him with my extra underwears!”
Me: “Karsten Robert Charles…!”
Karsten: “It’s because I just miss he when he’s at school!”
#NotScholarshipMaterial #BrotherlyLove

56. “Mom, does Dad have a chainsaw?” [pause for an affirmative answer] “Hey, Mom…are little kids allowed to use chainsaws? Me and Chase are building a trap for Darcy and we really, really need to cut a hole in the basement floor.” #LifeWithBoys

57. “I don’t care if it itches, get your spoon out of your pants!! …and don’t use it to eat your cereal anymore!!”
#LifeWithBoys

58. “I’m a doctor, Mom. You need a check-up. Um, where are the needles?”#MalpracticeMakesPerfect

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59. “Mom, today I’m going to remember to wear my glasses to school so I don’t open a door into my head again.#Goals

60. “It’s not all about you, Mom. Today in school, I spelled my first name AND my last name. Now, that’s good.” #ChaseWinsEverything

61. “What?! I can’t hear you right now. I’m on the phone.” There’s nothing like seeing your poor parenting techniques parroted back to you with a graham cracker. #LifeWithBoys

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62. They say that little kids don’t come with early warning systems, but when the four-year-old plops down in the middle of the hallway yelling “Stalling! Stalling! Stalling!” at the top of his lungs during clean-up time, it is, at the very least, informative. #KarstenPSA #TheMoreYouKnow

63. And now it’s time for another round of “Coronary-Inducing Speculative Questions with Karsten”!
[comes in from the backyard with dirt on his face] “Mommy do we eat worms?”

64. “Mom, have the Chicago Bears EVER won a game since I was born?” – Aidan, 7

65. What’s that old saying . . .?
“Dirty sock in the lunch bag; sailor take warning.”
Ah, MONDAY.

66. “What have I told you about playing with your [gummy] vitamins? Take them off your forehead right now.”

67. “But Mom, I didn’t push the buttons on the TV. They pushed themselves!”

68. “I totally cleaned up all the train tracks. Also, don’t come downstairs and check.” #WorldWarBasement

69. “I was going to clean up, but now I can’t. I’m too angry because YOU’RE MAKING CHICKEN FOR DINNER AGAIN!!” #WorldWarBasement

70. “I wanted to clean up, but I got my arm stuck in the stairs.”#WorldWarBasement

71. “But tackling people doesn’t make me tired! Just cleaning up does.”#WorldWarBasement

72. “I can’t clean up because Karsten took the tire pump off of Daddy’s desk and he’s blowing air on my head.” #WorldWarBasement

73. “I can’t clean up because I have to count all the stairs in our house.”#WorldWarBasement

74. “But I forgot where all the toys go…” #WorldWarBasement

75.  “If I clean up and don’t punch anybody, will you make something different for dinner?” #WorldWarBasement
76. “But I can’t clean up right now because Aidan said he might punch me if I didn’t clean up.” #WorldWarBasement

77. “But I forgot where all the toys go…” #WorldWarBasement

78. “But Darcy’s doll is downstairs and we can’t clean up when there are girl toys in the basement.” #WorldWarBasement

79. “I can’t cleanup because Chase said ‘Ha’ to me and it hurted my feelings.”#WorldWarBasement

80. “But can I please just tell you a story first?” #WorldWarBasement

81. “Can’t we please just use the vacuum to suck up all the toys?”#WorldWarBasement

82. [ridiculously exaggerated fake cough] “But I think I’m getting sick…”#WorldWarBasement

83. “I can’t clean the basement tonight because I need to focus on cleaning my room. You always tell me to clean my room…” #WorldWarBasement

84. “Yes, you can come back inside now, but stomp off your boots first.” [sound of stomping all over the kitchen floor] “OUTSIDE! Stomp off your boots OUTSIDE!!” #SnowfallSerenity

85. “Hey! Mom’s making banana bread with pumpkin in it! So it’s banana bread without the bananas!!” #NotScholarshipMaterial

86. 20 minutes in: “We’ve been cleaning up for HOURS . . . Is it still Monday?#WorldWarBasement

87. The lesson? Always ask “What game?”  Because “We are just playing a game, Mom” is usually always finished with “It’s where you pull the hat over your eyes and run around as fast as you can without hitting things. Kind of.” #LifeWithBoys

88. Misadventures of a Thanksgiving break:
“Stop licking the window!”
“Get a tissue! Putting your boogers on the bedroom wall is NEVER okay!”
“I don’t really want to know if your pee looks like a tornado!”
“Seriously, put some pants on!”
#LifeWithBoys

89. Baby Jesus, shepherds, wise men, and the *slightly* lesser known SpiderMan and Buzz Lightyear. #DeckTheWHAT

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90. Darcy (crying): “I’m going to miss you so much, Mom. I’ve loved being on vacation so much.”
Aidan (also crying): “But I want a banana so much! Why can’t you send me with a banana in my lunch?”
I provoke the same emotions as a piece of fresh produce. My job here is done.

91. Most Dreaded Sentence in Parenting: “Um, Mom… I know why the toilet isn’t flushing…

92. “Hey, Mom, [pointing to a decorative poem on the side of his piggy bank,] how many more letters are there until Christmas day?”#ICanCountToPurpleBackwards #NotScholarshipMaterial

93. Next year, Karsten isn’t doing the nativity. #ThisIsNotTheBabyYoureLookingFor

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94. And now it’s time for “Sick Days with the Captains Obvious” —
Aidan: “Who am I? I’ll give you a hint, it’s a really, really bad guy!”
Chase: “The bad guy!!”
Aidan: “YES!!”

95. “Mom! Help! I’m so cold! Why is it so cold in here?” #JustAnotherDayWithChase

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Chase sitting in the fridge

96. Christmas Day, 5:50AM – “But Mom, where is Santa Clause? Does he have his sleigh with him? Are you sure he left presents? Does he really know where our house is? Is Karsten still on the naughty list for flushing the helicopter down the toilet? Isn’t Bapa really Santa? Can I wake up now?” #MerryCHASEmas

97. “Well Mom, I can’t clean up the basement because I just have a super important question: Who am I going to marry when I get grown up? I really need to know right now…” And now I’ve heard it all. #MerryCHASEmas #WorldWarBasement

98. “Hey, Mom, if you hold your eyes like this so that they go to the sides, you can have staring contests with two different people at the same time!” #NotScholarshipMaterial #LifeWithBoys

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99. “But why do we have to wash dishes in the sink? Why do people never just put them in the toilet and flush? That’d be a lot quicker.” #LifeWithBoys

Goodnight and goodbye, dear old 2015 . . . Moment by moment.

The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance. Psalm 16:6

 

Needs Repair

As I opened the old cardboard box covered in Christmas stickers, the kids crowded around trying to be the first to glimpse the ornaments lovingly stored inside.  Even though decorating the tree can be stressful, and this year was proving especially interesting as I worked with Darcy, Aidan and two other children who refused to respond to names other than ‘Spider-Man’ and ‘Buzz Lightyear’; pulling out the ornaments and putting them up is one of my favorite things in the world.  We, all six of us, end up standing in this area of a few feet and looking through all that has been while thinking about what is yet to come.

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There are the Sunday school ornaments from when I was Darcy’s age and the kids laugh at the thought of me as a little girl, writing my name in glitter. There are the ‘Baby’s First Christmas’ globes with a date I won’t print on this page and someone asks if running water had been invented by the 1980s while Bob laughs. And then the kids go through their own ornaments, like rediscovered treasures. with a new one marked for each year, and they laugh at some of their earlier choices and greet others like long-lost friends.

Christmas 2013 was the year Darcy chose a Cinderella ornament and all three boys picked small green and yellow John Deere tractor ornaments.  Those were hard days to keep the tiny metal tractors on the tree and tamp down the temptation to take them off and play with them every day, but mostly they succeeded.  

However, in the course of only a few years and the packing, unpacking and rehanging, Chase’s tractor had succumbed to the wear. It was missing it’s front wheels and steering wheel and I’d totally forgotten about it until I reached into the sticker-covered cardboard box. Chase pressed close and as I pulled out the small box for the tractor, I saw the bright pink post-it with my mom’s neat handwriting from last year: “Needs repair” so I quickly tucked it back into the box. This wasn’t the moment to fix it and I knew if Chase saw it, he’d want it, so I gave him his ‘Baby’s First Christmas’ ornament instead and we hung it with care.  But as I’d moved away from my place in front of the box, Aidan took it, pulling out the damaged tractor’s box once again, holding it high over his head, and yelling “Whose is this?”

The second Chase saw it, he jumped, screaming “Mine! It’s mine! Give it to me, Aidy!” And ripping the box open, he saw the truth of the words he could not read and immediately stilled. “Oh. Mom, this is broken. We need to fix it.”

I held out my hands for the box and the broken ornament.  “I know, sweet boy, and we’ll fix it, but for now, why don’t you give it to me? This isn’t the right time. We’re decorating the tree. We’ll get it all set up and then you can hang it another time, okay?”

His head dropped low and I waited for the storm, but it never came. His voice stayed quiet. “But it’s my ornament. I remember it. Can I please hang it up even though it’s broken? I love it.”

Isn’t this the breathtaking wonder of Jesus coming to this world? The purpose in the story of this season? He came as one of us, grabbed for the broken and damaged, the things we’d rather hide away, fix before acknowledging, find another time to deal with, and He lovingly says: “I remembered you. You’re mine. I love you in your brokenness and I’m making all things new.”

Moment by moment.

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Chase’s Story [VIDEO]

Have you ever seen this video of Chase?

If not, I highly recommend it.  And even if so, feel free to watch it again…  We have been so blessed to partner with the St. Baldrick’s Foundation this year and are continually thankful for the platform they give us to share Chase’s story with so many.

-MbM-

[Our deepest gratitude to the incomparable Matthew Lackey for his mad, crazy video skills.  Also, a huge thank you to both Jane Hoppen and Kristen Thies for all they did to put together the finished product and the time spent filming it.]

The Story of 2014

Once there was a family of six: a handsome father, a redhead mother, a sole princess girl, and three little wrestling and running boys.

The handsome father, he worked in two places – one a large company, the other a church.  In both places, he worked with numbers… lots and lots of numbers.  In the free moments, you would find him completing a half marathon, quiet with a book, or very lately, working in his new garage.

The redhead mother spent the days holding the pieces together… pieces of laundry and food and school and sometimes, yes sometimes, even silence.

The sole princess girl, just a second ago a babe in arms, was suddenly eight and tall, and already a fast runner.  She was never so happy as when she was running… just like her father.

The oldest of the wrestling boys was five, nearly six, and started wearing glasses to see, which made him look wise.  He began the school journey and stretched his legs at running to try and beat his sister, and if he could, would choose to be buried under a gigantic mound of Legos forever.

The middle boy, with his lightning scar and white head, also began his school journey, but with special help and the fulfillment of his special wish… to ride a bus.  He continued, at every turn, to live up to his name and found his way through life in a never-stopping, never-settling way.

The baby boy, a baby no more, stood nearly as tall as the middle boy, with wide shoulders and stance that spoke of having older brothers and being ready and willing to throw the first punch.  And yet, he would sit quietly with a book for the longest time and everywhere he went, he looked for horses.

This family of six were wanderers.  They left their tiny space when the word “cancer” was first spoken and lived with grandparents for help as two years came and went.  They decided to sell their tiny space and pray for more room close to everything held dear, and the tiny space almost sold three times and they prayed for wisdom to know… and then the tiny space, their first little home, sold and they were led to the perfect little blue house near everything held dear and so, wanderers no more, they moved and settled in the early Fall as the leaves began to change.

And in the first hours of owning the little blue house, the call came that something was growing again under the lightning scar in the white head… and the family stopped and prayed for moment-by-moment grace to find the joy in the every day as they waited six weeks and checked again, and then six more and again.

And by the time this story rests in your hands, another check will have come and gone and a course of action will stand in front of the family.  But they put aside the fear and in grace, choose faith and yes, even joy for their family and their boy, and the root of it is found in this season and in another little boy, born thousands of years earlier.  This stable-born boy would grow to be the Savior and Lord and, bloodied arms stretched wide, would triumph over sin forever and ever, and make a way for death to have no victory or sting, and in this boy-turned-forever-King, there was and is hope and joy, and in this the family of six, in their little blue house, rests secure.  They hope and pray the same for you.

[This is the text of the Ewoldt Family Christmas letter that was mailed in early December, 2014 – Thank you for walking this year with us…moment by moment.]

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Free From The Sting

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As a Christian, Easter is one of the most important times of my year. It’s the season I set aside to celebrate what Jesus did for me, but this year is more precious as I consider how the events of Easter fit into our cancer world.

I believe with all my heart that Jesus is the son of God, that the Bible is true, and that the promises it contains are real and this is why I so often include verses in my blog posts–to remind myself of what I know to be true when my circumstances are overwhelming (which they often are). In those moments, I literally have the physical sensation of drowning.  Believing as I do doesn’t change the pain of cancer or anything else in this life, but it can and does change how I face the drowning moments.

Often, like the thief on the cross next to Jesus–not the mocker, but the other–the weight of life and pain (some self-inflicted, some not) closes in and I cry out.  And then comes the reply,

“Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise.”

That’s it! This is the answer to the agony. The pain and suffering is only a season, because death is swallowed up in Jesus’ glorious victory and its sting is gone. One day soon I will be with Jesus in Paradise!

Because I know God made me, and I will be in Heaven with Him forever when this weary life is over, I am freed from the drowning to feel joy in sorrow and peace in chaos. Death may be sad, but it need not sting because this life is not the end, but the beginning.

In the midst of this cancer world, there can be incredible, inexplicable peace because my ultimate struggle has already been resolved. My sin was taken care of on the cross by God Himself! All that happens in my life is what He lovingly allows for His pleasure and glory. Someday I will be complete and lacking in nothing and with Him forever in fullness of joy.

This is my cancer foundation. This is my life foundation.

Moment by moment.

“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” Revelations 21:4