There's an emptiness in the eyes of the mamas at the Ronald McDonald house, a hollow stare that needs no words to describe. We shuffle past each other in the hallways, a weak smile, a nod of acknowledgement, but none of us have the strength to speak to each other.
The sadness, the weariness, is palpable in the house.
I have joined an elite group, an aching mama club that all of us hate being a part of.
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Hello, Hannah. You don't know me, but a mutual friend (J. White) told me about your sweet family and just introduced me to your blog. I just wanted to let you know I'm praying for you. As I was catching up on your posts just now, this one hit me in particular. I know too well the "empty arms" of which you speak, after our family also needed a children's hospital and a Ronald McDonald House. Neither place is one in which you choose to be, but both are true blessings to have when you need them most. Through an aching heart, tears, many prayers and personally devouring the Word, the Lord was sufficient for each day and each moment of our family's journey there... though some felt lonely as anything and at times so hopeless... HE was enough to carry us through. I'm so thankful you have that same Rock to stand on as well for your journey. Praying you feel His sufficiency and upholding grace today.
ReplyDeleteI see you love old hymns as well, and this line just came to mind:
"When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ the solid rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand."
(vs. 2 of "My Hope is Built on Nothing Less")
Sending love and prayers your way from a mamma in Pennsylvania.
Lydia