Truman

I just finished reading an update on Truman a day after his surgery. I wish I would have been following more closely his journey earlier but... My heart bleeds as I read his mother's words. I can't even imagine. Watching your young adult deal with cancer and watching your young child. They don't even compare. Kristen had the logic and reasoning of an adult. A child lives more in the moment. I don't even know this little boy but I picture his classmate that I do know. I see how he runs around and his energy and activity level and then think of how this has been robbed from Truman. I think of how he must be bitter, angry, frightened. Please join me in continuing to lift him up in prayer.

Lord, I know that you are with Truman and his family. Surround him with your steadfast love and a peace byond all understanding. Strengthen the adults around him. Help them visualize the recovered Truman. The one who will run again with a prostethic. The one who's smiles and laughter comes easily. Lord, heal their pain. Physical. Emotional. Lord, I give thanks for the connections you have put in place for this family. It is no coincidence. We give thanks to you for your far reaching hand. We give thanks to you for the life of this little boy. Amen


Note: As I was typing this I realized the blessing that God has given me. In the past I would have heard about this boy and prayed for him but hardened myself to a degree against his situation lest I be overwhelmed. Instead I can feel for this family and pray for them. Regularly. I believe that I have a better understanding of how to hand this to God. Before I had to harden myself so that I wouldn't drown under the burden of feeling for them. Now I can show love and compassion and hand them to God in prayer. He will carry the burden for me.