Journal entry by Jaimie Krycho —
On Wednesday evening, some of my martial arts classmates and coach gathered to talk about cancer stories from our own lives (my coach is a stage 3 breast cancer survivor).
I shared about Papa... learning what we most feared only a few days after settling in to live with him and Mom for the 2-3 months while our house was completed. The weight of unsureness, to understate the emotion all those who love him shared. What Christmas felt like. A question mark instead of a joyous gathering.
And I told them he now had a metal plate where they had removed a part of his brain...and YEARS later he's still going strong.
It was really the first time I closely examined the work God has done in and through this road for Mom and Papa and all those who are in the family ("officially" or not :-)). While I imagine many loved ones (myself included) remember that time as a indistinct - blurry frames of a movie we know we watched but can't recall - it was NOT a blur to God.
Turns out his vision is perfect. And the years that feel "lost" to us remain integral to his sovereign purpose, for he doesn't waste, and none of that time, those tears, the angry or pleading or exhausted or terrified prayers, were "wasted."
Papa, I love you with an affection to which words don't do justice. Mom, you are truly my beloved super-woman and example of "running the race for the upward call of Christ Jesus," even when you want to collapse and quit. So, a bit late to the posting game... praise God that I can say this in October 2021.
Soli Deo gloria!
- Jaimie
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