The past few days I’ve been overwhelmed with the response to a blog post I wrote back in June of this year. From what I can tell, the post titled Dear Parent of a Sick Child, was found via a Google search. It was shared on Facebook, then shared again, and again. Since Wednesday, my blog has received over 34,000 views. In particular, the post has been shared on Facebook over 10,000 times.
I’m completely overwhelmed and humbled by this response. Some bloggers get this high of numbers of views on a constant basis, but not me. I’m a pretty simple blogger who enjoys writing and sharing about my struggle with barrenness, my joy of being an adoptive parent, and my walk in the Lord.
I’ve been moved to tears by the messages from parents sitting by their terminally ill children, parents who have lost children to illness, or ones celebrating their children’s recovery. I don’t even know what to say in response, and at times, I can barely find the words.
The funny thing is that I do not believe it is my most well-written post. I have read it many times since, and still see flaws, and areas I would like to tweak a bit. When discussing this with a friend, she pointed out that perhaps it is even more evident that God is moving on this one. I cannot help but agree with her.
Back in June, I was moved to write the open letter partly in honor of my mom and dad, and the love they showed me during my illness. I also wrote it to give voice to things I wished I would have been able to say during that fateful time in my life. My hope was to encourage parents caring for sick children.
Ultimately though, I wanted to give a glimpse of what it is like to be cared for as an ill child. I wanted people to know that when I think about the time spent in the hospital, I remember some moments of sadness during it all, but mostly, I remember the presence of my mom and dad. Sure, I sensed the heaviness of what was going on, but I still felt the never-ceasing support, and genuine love given to me.
I remember the presence of love over my pain.
With all of this being said, I feel the need to share what has been on my heart this week. Here is my response to the response thus far:
- Nothing we do is insignificant. Nothing.
- Moments in time, regardless of how long ago, have the potential to come back full circle, and in ways we could not ever comprehend.
- There are many hurting people in the world. Tell your life story. You never know the kind of impact it will have on someone who needs to hear it.
- There are a tremendous amount of seriously ill children, and exhausted parents. Please pray for those families who have read my post, and the many more who have not.
- Please do not take your life and your little ones for granted.
- When the Lord prompts you to do something, then do it.
- The Lord, through His mercy of sparing my life back in 1983 and through current events in my life, has proved Himself time and again.
I especially want to thank the parents who have read my post, or commented on it by sharing a little bit about their struggle. You all have thanked me over and over again, but I say, “Thank you.” Thank you for sharing your stories with me. Thank you for fighting for your babies. Thank you for not giving up hope. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You have touched my heart more than you will ever know.
Throughout my early years, I often wondered why I dealt with illnesses that were difficult. I especially anguished over having a hysterectomy at such a young age. I cannot tell you enough how truly remarkable it is to be able to share my story with the hope that it comforts others.
This was my path that the Lord laid out for me, and for that, I give thanks.
Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.
-1 Thessalonians 5:18