This week has been one of illness for many coworkers, family, and friends. This week has had many unexpected deaths that hit close to home: of family members of friends, a coworker, and unborn children. This week I have had to deal with medical insurance law nuances that may cost us hundreds of dollars. This week a number of friends lost their jobs. Additionally this week has brought two other events that have added stress, confusion, and even grief where none was expected or sought.
This week also has a spark of hope. On Friday we are taking the next step in our embryo adoption process and transferring the fourth embryo. As before, we approach the event with fear, excitement, and ultimately trust that we are serving a sovereign and good God.
All of these things are taking a mental, physical, and spiritual toll that is, though difficult, not insurmountable. At this point, a pessimist standing on the beach of life would yell "Oh *bleep*, a tsunami!" and try to run away. An optimist would, perhaps foolishly, grab the nearest flat object and shout "Surfs Up! Wheeee!" Torn between those two responses, I can only quietly watch the shore with the lyrics of Edward Mote running through my head:
On Christ the Solid Rock I stand,
all other ground is shifting sand.
ALL other ground is shifting sand.