Luke knows best.....

Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up. Luke 18:1

            Luke is 9, has this voice that makes you laugh, says what he thinks, is  smarter than an adult, and I fell for him years ago when I first met him at the library.  And he gets it; he gets it all and understands it. And by the way, he has Asperser’s.   I hate defining him, but Asperser kids and their families do not have it easy; normal everyday things can turn a world upside down.  I hate it for him; I hate it for his brothers; I hate it for his family. However, as God does, Luke has been blessed with his own Momma Bear, Heather.  And I have been blessed by her humor and strength in which she tries (yes Heather… I know you are cringing so I used tries) to live her life—and she succeeds so incredibly well.   Well, Sunday night, the night before my first chemo, Luke walked in and told Heather to tell me Luke 18:1.  So she did.  As always, Luke amazed me with his perception. So I put it away in the back of my mind to remember when I needed to.  

            As I mentioned before, Thursday was not easy.  The leg cramps were terrible, I felt terrible and nothing, I mean NOTHING was helping.  I took a hot bath, I took a hot shower and the only thing that happened was the hot water ran out and the electric bill increased significantly.   And I still felt like crap.  It was one of those WTH moments (what the hell for you non texters—and Aunt Sue—DO NOT use this to point out Mom needs to learn to text, so not happening).  I tried for hours and nothing.  I went online, searched “chemo leg cramps”.  Talk about stupid.  I should know better about searching for things like that.  However, I did get some good information as well as way too much information.  Way, way too much. 

            At 3:00am I finally bagged it and went back to bed.  I will admit to crying here.  More out of frustration than anything else, I would like to add, but I cried.  Then for some unknown reason, I thought of Luke and his Luke 18:1.  And I call myself a Sunday School teacher.  There I was, suffering, and for the first time in a very long time, totally forgot to pray.  Never even occurred to me.  (I would like to take a moment here to blame it on the frustration and the pain, not my complete and total lack of brain function).  So there I am thinking of Luke and how I should pray and one of my favorites pops into my head—“Peace be still” (I see a choir request here too).  So I pray and turn it over.  Well (as Grandpa always said) hot dog it worked! The next thing I knew, 3 hours had passed and I was feeling better—much better.    

            Talk about it always boiling down to the obvious;  that moment when it smacks you right in the face and you realize, damn, that was easy or crap, why didn’t I think of that sooner.  God still has so much to teach me and I still have so much to learn.  I do love that he teaches me so much through the eyes of a child.  Psalm 8:2.