Hospital day for Quincy.
He really, really wanted his brother to come today.
Mostly because there is a Starbucks IN the doctor’s office.
And well, who wouldn’t want to see that?!?
You wouldn’t believe it…so we took a picture as evidence for the other brothers…
On another note:
You know how you just know.
You just know when you are in the company of a good leader.
A good teacher perhaps.
A good doctor.
Yah. Well, that’s how I feel about Q’s doctor there.
So incredibly thankful we landed in his care.
I tried to put my finger on it all day.
I’ve felt it before.
Like a couple weeks ago with a teacher whose eyes filled up with tears as she talked about learning disabilities and her commitment to help struggling students feel and be successful. She cried…over someone else’s child.
Like I felt once with a man in leadership as he rejoiced and celebrated and embraced and loved my family when we could do nothing for him. Kind of like he would do for his own son or daughter.
Like I feel when people give generously. Sacrificially. For solutions that save someone else’s child but that don’t touch their own kids one single bit.
Like I felt today as this doctor spoke so gently. So kindly. Looking for the best solution. For my kid. Not the quickest fix. Or one that may effect Quincy poorly in 30 years–even though this doctor wouldn’t be around to see it anyway.
When you can tell someone is looking for the best for your child. Like it was their child.
I don’t know.
I think it’s amazing.
I think it’s the gospel played out.
In teachers, in doctors, in pastors, in you, in me.
You nailed it as you always do. I AM PRAYING a special blessing for all those you mentioned.
Love,
Grandma
AWESOME!!!
There is a reason that I have been reading the words you have been writing all these years (and why, although, I rarely “stick with” anything- I haven’t ever taken a break from the words you write). Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Please don’t stop writing!