Refuge

refuge – a condition of being safe or sheltered from pursuit, danger, or trouble.

For the last 31 days, this “airplane bed” has served as a sacred space for us. It has been a place to hide. To rest. To laugh and cry. To play. To pray.

Up and down, this bed has traveled with us both literally and figuratively on this transplant journey.

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A beautiful combination of toughness and tenderness has been required. To survive. And to thrive.

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Questions without answers have been asked.

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Love, in its purest form, has been shared. And stretched.

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Time has slowed down once more to teach me what it means to be like a child. To imagine without filters. To make new friends. To express emotions so boldly: I am afraid. I am sad. I am happy you are here.

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“Will you hold my hand?,” has been asked over and again by this little boy. By day and by night.

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Prayers for healing have been prayed, with and without words. For Geoffrey. For Ryan. For Alice.

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Giggles have been sweet to my soul.

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A surprising sense of home and peace have accompanied us along the way… God has been near. While I am longing for the day when we will be able to leave our little nest in Room 3535, I am grateful for the refuge we have experienced.

** So much thanks to my friend Staci Kennelly for capturing these moments on film.

 

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