Thanks to everyone for the generous outpouring of prayers and concern over the past weeks.
I returned home to a sea of supportive friends, one appreciative husband, four affectionate children, and one case of head lice.
I am not even making that up.
Meanwhile my parents and sister closed on a house three weeks ago, and now it appears that the seller has no plans to vacate the premises.
Could everyone reading this please offer a prayer for my parents right now? A prayer that this would resolve itself immediately without animosity, without legal action. They need this about as much as I need head lice in the house.
Here's the thing I'm slowly realizing about grief. First, it puts everything in perspective. Three weeks ago my biggest complaint was a four hour flight delay. And then: perspective. So part of me is like, "Head lice? Who cares? House seller asserting squatters' rights? Who cares?"
But the other part of grief, I'm finding, is an all-enveloping combination of fog and fatigue that leaves you with a surprising inability to formulate the most elementary of plans. I look at the instructions on a box of macaroni and cheese and find myself flummoxed.
Lice, like any icky infestation, requires a multi-step solution and a jolt of fortitude that I'm struggling to drum up. Just basic care and feeding of the gang is draining at the moment. My friend Rachel ran the swim team carpool on Thursday, and I was all "Whew! Feels like I've been back and forth to the pool everyday for three weeks." In fact, I had driven Tuesday and Wednesday.
Fog and fatigue.
At a meeting the other day, we spent a few minutes in prayer seeking a word of direction from the Holy Spirit. One friend sensed the word stand.
And that's what we're all trying to do right now. We're standing.
Tim, my big boy who no longer looks much like the picture above, is heading out tomorrow to spend two weeks running a summer camp in rural Appalachia. I did this for many, many years, and I could write a book detailing the work this apostolate accomplished in my soul. May Tim's Jenkins experience feed him as well.
Thank you, thank you for your continued prayers. You are keeping us afloat.