I think a lot about my purpose now. It was somewhat clear before, but not as deep. Important, but not nearly as moving. I was a wife, engaged in and climbing my way in a demanding, full-time career. I was a loyal friend, family member and volunteer. I was balancing it all nicely – squeezing in everything I needed to do along with everything I wanted to personally achieve. In retrospect, my stress was low – after what I have now experienced and continue to face.
When Luke was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect, my thoughts and emotions shifted. Once he was born, my entire purpose shifted. My world was gone. Laurel was gone. Everything I had been working for and towards, was placed on the back burner. In one instant, all those things were gone. My purpose transformed to heart and drug researcher, sacrificial mother, and fighter.
And now? Where am I after most of the dust has settled? Who am I? What will I do with what I have learned – am learning – from this beautiful and scary journey?
My brain is the same – it desires inquiry, craves to-do lists and work, fulfillment, challenge, and success.
My perspective is changed – it is rare – I am quicker to judge in some ways and I am more accepting in most. I do not tolerate BS – at all. I don’t care about most trivial things.
My eyes are more clear – seeing into hearts, seeing pain, strugglers alongside me, individuals fighting battles each day. I see what matters – joy, hope, heartache, love, faith, and miracles.
Then there’s my heart…my heart is so not the same. In some ways it is blacker, it has been broken and pieced back together, stronger than it ever was before. It has been shocked, tormented, tangled and tested, and has been made more aware. It has been tuned in to the good stuff in this life – the magic, the miracles – that life can bring. It feels the pain of others more tenderly and most often doesn’t have need for words. It craves the beauty that my son brings to my life.
And so now, still enmeshed in this medical journey, I think “What’s next for me?” How does a 39-year-old mother progress after, and while going through, what is a transformation of my very core? What do the next years mean for me? Where should my personal path take me?
My first desire and thought each morning before my feet even hit the floor is to be the most engaged and loving momma to my precious boy and to show my husband how much I love him. In spite of all the demands that challenge and test us, these two beings are my world, my everything. Most days this is simple – those are my goals. Then I ponder the bigger picture – how will I use my journey? What purpose, aside from my own lessons, can be gained and given to others. I am traveling this road, I have to do something with it.
I hope that I live my life as example of faith, joy, love, and determination, but I feel at times it is not enough. And so I turn to writing this blog to sort out the thoughts and make sense of the experiences and lessons learned. I am reminded that this journey really isn’t about me, nor is it about Luke. It is about what HE is doing in our lives – the testimony God began in our story and the ribbons of hope He is weaving throughout our journey of faith.
Purpose – for now mine is to give encouragement, perhaps change the heart of someone sharing a similar journey. To be an example of dwelling in the precious moments with your babies, holding their cheeks softly to yours, looking closely at their little profiles and wide eyes as they discover the world around them, and embrace their magic. To recognize that there are strugglers all around you – fighting things you cannot see, or imagine – you may even be one of them. Take to heart that you cannot ever plan for what is to come, and one day you may be that struggling soul, so you soak up today and all of its blessings.
You find your purpose where the tethers of this mortal life no longer bind you and your heart is free to take shape and soar with compassion and love and wherein His grace, is always enough.