Thursday, May 12, 2011

On Conversations and Ian and Healing

Yesterday I went with Ian's second grade class on a field trip... in the rain/sleet/hail/snow/wind.
It was outdoors.
In Denver.
I'm not kidding.

It made for a memorable adventure (My top strength, via StrengthsFinder 2.0, is Positivity.) and an hour bus ride home has never been so welcome.

There were a couple of interesting conversations on the bus.
On the way up, I sat by a little girl from Ian's class who also happened to be in his class last year.
(Ian wanted to sit with his friends.)
So, we knew each other quite well.
Well enough that she snuggled up with her head on my side and slept most of the trip.
When she awoke she looked at me and said, "So, Ian has Diabetes."
Not really a question, but a statement.
"Yes, he does." I said.
"Is there a cure for that?"
I thought for a moment. "Not on this earth," I responded. "But I know that someday he'll be healed."
She paused, and then asked, "Are you Jewish?"
"Nope. I'm a Christian."
"Huh."

Then there was the wet/cold/outdoors field trip, that was followed up by our big yellow bus making a stop at Starbucks on the way home to reward the adults that had braved the trip.
(A stroke of genius on the part of Ian's teacher. But, she has many of those.)

Ian decided he wanted to sit by me on the ride home, and opposite the same little girl, who was now across the aisle.
"Ian, is there a cure for your Diabetes?" she said out of the blue... thankfully after Starbucks.
I'm always able to tune out conversations, whether intentionally or unintentionally, with the greatest of ease.
I think it's a developed motherhood skill.
But I heard this one loud and clear. 
I stopped reading my book, but stared at the pages as I listened for what he would say.
"Yes." Ian said confidently.
Another little girl joins in, "I thought you'll have Diabetes forever."
The first girl responds to that, "Oh, Ian's family is Christian. So God will heal him."
"Yep," Ian said. "God's gonna heal me. Probably when I'm nine." Then he turns and smiles at me.
Girl #1 says to Girl #2, "Are you Jewish?"
Girl #2, "No, we're Christian, too." She turns to Ian, "That's great that you're going to be healed, Ian."
Girl #1, "Well, I'm Jewish."


And we just keep walking it out.
"Blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what had been spoken to her by the Lord."  ~Luke 1:45
We just keep walking it out.
We do what we need to do for Ian's health in this moment, which right now means we're pursuing putting him on an insulin pump.
But we do it with the faith that it won't be this way forever.
I'm so thankful for medical technology, and that Ian can live a healthy life.
And I'm so thankful for a healing God.














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