Thursday, April 18, 2013

Kids Cents

“Young people - set an example for others by what you say and do, as well as by your love, faith, and purity."  ~ 1 Timothy 4:12
As the inky black of night paled to grey dawn, Daren sat up in bed breathing hard and drenched in sweat.  He coaxed himself to lie back down, but was far too restless to sleep.  He needed to get up and do something useful.  So he loaded the dishwasher, took out the trash and pulled out the fixin’s for pancakes. 
He awoke today like he had for the last six straight - with rage still burning, and panic churning.  Patti, his beautiful wife of 23 years, his soul mate, his best friend learned a week ago that she has breast cancer.  Right now, wallowing in self pity is more comforting that those sugary words of encouragement offered by friends imploring him to keep smiling and promising that everything will be alright.
She’ll undergo two 4-course chemo rounds and then radiation.  Daren’s less worried about Patti than he is for himself.  She’s a courageous, loving, cheerful person.  She’ll make it through this just fine.  His wife was sick, but he’s the one falling apart!
[Bills barely get paid now – so what happens when our savings run out?  What happens when I run out of vacation days and can’t take Patti to her chemo appointments?  Lord, why don’t I have cancer instead?  I don’t exercise, my blood pressure’s too high, and right now, I really don’t care!  Today I have to tell three children that their Mommy might die.]
The smell of fresh pancakes brought the entire crew scurrying to the kitchen.  Smiles immediately turned to frowns when the kids noticed Patti’s vacant stare and a box of tissues conspicuously placed on the kitchen table.
“I have a disease called cancer.  The doctors are doing everything they can to make me well,” Patti said hopefully.  “Daddy’s going to take you to school until I get better, OK?”
The room grew deathly quiet.  Fourteen year old Quincy spoke first.
“I’ve got an idea,” he said.  “We’re going to need some extra money for Mom’s medicine and stuff.  If I could borrow our battery operated hair clippers, I could go door-to-door in the neighborhood and let people shave a part of my head for a small donation.  Dad, do you think a $100 goal would be too much?
“It’s a great idea son, but don’t get your hopes up.”
So when he came back home two hours later with a completely bald head and $725, Daren got down on his knees for the first time in a long while, and thanked God.  He knew now that he had the strength to get through this too.  A lesson learned from his teenage son.
Dear Jesus, You gave us children to humble and teach us.  They’re genuine; seldom truly mean or arrogant.  They know about love and showing their feelings.  They take joy from their triumphs.  In grownups – we call that wisdom.   Thank You!