BCC Chaplain's Apprentice
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I cannot believe it is November! November is a crazy month
in college, I think. We just celebrated Halloween (with a super awesome
Confused Holiday party—check out the BCC Facebook page for pictures) and now
we’re getting ready for Thanksgiving Break.
I love Thanksgiving. It’s not about the food—with celiac,
most of my family’s food choices make me sick—but rather, it’s about seeing my
family for the first time in a long time, some of them for the first time since
Christmas.
The worst thing about being so far from home in college, and
now as a college grad, has always been what I am missing at home. I have baby
cousins whose ages span from one year to six years. I have missed more of the
important moments of their childhoods than I can bear. The only thing that
really makes it bearable is the time I get to spend with them at the
holidays.
Last week, as I was thinking about how close Thanksgiving
was, I kept thinking about these beautiful babies and how I couldn’t wait to
see and hug each one. These cousins, really the sons and daughters of my
cousins, Bailey, Trustin, Westin, Colton and Jarret Wayne are pretty much the
highlight of every holiday (and the cause of much ruckus and chaos that it
wouldn’t be a holiday without). Food is nice, presents are great, but these
beautiful kids and the energy and love I get from them are at the top of my
list when I think about what I’m thankful for at Thanksgiving; them and their
mommies and daddies, their grandmas and grandpas, aunts and uncles who have
loved me from the moment that I was born. I come from a big, crazy, hillbilly
family in the Missouri Ozarks that makes the family in My Big Fat Greek
Wedding look tame. Both sides of my family
live in the same town and together, we make up about half of Rolla (or at least,
that’s how it seems). Words are inadequate to express how much I love them and
how hard it is to be so far away.
Just as I was beginning to look forward to this Thanksgiving
and getting to see my family, I found out that one of these precious little
ones, Jarret, was sick. Jarret is my cousin Travis’ son and has always been the
one who was more likely to be sick. This time, he had had an emergency
appendectomy (extremely rare for a five year old) that caused an infection.
They have had to do two more surgeries (one major, one minor) since and Jarret
is still in the hospital. Every day, I wait for a text message from my aunt or
a phone call from my mother to see how he is doing. I am scared at how sick he
seems to be and bothered that I’m not there to do anything (as if I could do
anything anyway). I believe with all my heart that with prayers and love, he
will be okay. But I can’t help but think about how this experience reminds me
of my junior year.
As many of you know, I spent the second semester of my
sophomore year in Rome. While I was there, two of my cousins passed away, one
from cancer and another from a blood clot. The week I got back, another cousin
died, this time in a car accident. It was a horrible, difficult, painful year
for our family and when my cousin, Travis, was in a serious car accident five
days before the start of my junior year, I wasn’t sure how to keep moving. It
felt like I was trying to move under water, everything was sluggish, everything
was slow. Even though Trav and I have never been extremely close, I couldn’t
imagine my life without his snarky personality or beautiful smile or wonderful
laugh. For several months, I started my day by checking facebook to see what
updates his mom or sisters had posted, called my Mom to check in, texted my
aunts. It was not until Thanksgiving that I got to see him, safe, alive, and
getting healthier every day. That Thanksgiving, even in light of the losses we
had suffered, we truly had a reason to be thankful.
Travis and Jarret Wayne (I think JW is two in this picture), my two miracles!
I believe with my whole heart that Travis recovered as a
result of the numerous prayers that were being offered for him. Our whole
hometown seemed to rise up and embrace our family with love and support and
give their prayers. My university community and the high school students I worked
with prayed for us, my priest offered many masses for Travis, and friends would
sit with me and pray and hold me and let me cry. That’s what healed Travis, and
I believe that with those same prayers, Jarret will be okay, too.
Of course, now I have even more desire to be home with my
family this Thanksgiving. I want to support my cousin Chris, Jarret’s grandma,
who has spent far too much time in the hospital as a caregiver these last few
years. I want to be able to show my love for this family whose love gives me
life. And I want to be able to be there, to look at and count my blessings, and
to thank God for the gifts He has given me.
As Thanksgiving approaches, we talk a lot about what we are
thankful for, perhaps more often than we do all the rest of the year combined.
But I want to introduce a new word to you, a word that I have been meditating
on a lot lately: delight. Delight is something that wells up inside you, that
brings you joy even when there is also sadness.
Take delight in those you love. Something I enjoy immensely
is to stand apart for a moment and look at a group of people whom I love deeply
and just delight in this gift of having them, having them so near to me, being
given the opportunity to love them. When I go home next week, I will spend a
lot of time delighting. I will delight in holding Audrey Cecilia, the
two-month-old daughter of one of my best friends who I haven’t gotten to meet
yet. I will delight in seeing Travis healthy and hopefully, I can delight in
Jarret being healthy too. I will delight in the little ones and all my cousins,
my aunts, uncles, and my parents without whom I could not be me. In this
delighting, I grow more grateful and also grow closer to the God who stands and
looks at and delights in me. And I will thank God that I have this chance to be
with them, that I can delight in them and love them in person, and that He has
made me in His image, made me His own delight.
So, please pray for Jarret and our family and be safe as you
go home to delight in your own family. Happy Thanksgiving!