Today I’m writing this blog from a place I never expected to be–sitting in a recliner beside my very sick son’s bed in a university hospital three hours from home.
My twenty-year-old son’s bronchitis morphed into pneumonia, then his temperature spiked, and he developed jaundice. Right now his liver is inflamed. He has an enlarged spleen. He is incredibly weak, and his immune system is very low due to low white blood cells. His team of doctors have run about a billion and one tests to figure out the complexity of his illness.
My post isn’t so much about him, but if you would like to pray, I will cherish your prayers.
I would like to talk about the love of friendship.
You see, my heart is bursting with incredible gratitude because of the love and support from friends, both close personal friends to those whom live across the country. And some of those friends are complete strangers.
I’ve been posting updates about my son on Facebook. Friends are sharing within their circles, their church prayer chains and Heaven is being bombarded with petitions for healing on our behalf.
People are calling, texting, emailing, sending Facebook messages, asking what they can do to help. Friends have offered to take care of business matters for my two business. Friends offered to take care of my sweet dog Penny. Friends have offered gas money, restaurant gift cards or to travel a couple of hours just to sit with us.
I have an online friend whom I’ve never met in person who offered to have her bone marrow tested in case we needed to get a donor. A friend, whom I haven’t seen since high school, is going to be at the same hospital today, so she plans to stop by.
Let’s face it–we’re all busy, but when we take the time out of our crazy busy lives to care for others, then we are being Jesus in the skin.
And that, my friends, is the true love of friendship.