My normal lunch routine is to fix something in the office kitchen and thumb through my Twitter and Facebook feeds while I eat it. It's my time to keep afloat in the sea of status updates pouring out of every corner. Today, a post from a friend referenced a guy I went to high school with. I had finished my skimming of the feeds, so I checked it out. I read the description of Dominic's plight. His brother was a classmate of mine, and Dominic was a couple years behind me. I have to confess, I read with a bit of detachment looking to pick up the relevant info. Then I scrolled over and saw the picture of Dominic's son Mateo and my heart broke. I sobbed. I went back and really read their story. I cried for a good long while, and have been on a hair trigger for tears since.
I know I can't imagine what they're going through. I can't bear to imagine it. Just this small taste and it feels like a kick to the gut. To think of going through anything like that with Brynn ... I can't stand it. I can't take the thought. But they have to. They have to live through this.
If you know the Lopez family, or even if you don't, but you have a healthy child you're grateful for, take a moment to read their story and see Mateo. See if God moves you to help. If nothing else, you can pray. This is the type of situation that only God can redeem. I don't know how He would redeem it, but I have to trust that He can and will.
In a strange way, it feels good to have my heart broken. I've felt so jaded and detached recently, but this felt like God breaking through the wall around my heart and moving me. It is reassuring to me to feel God moving me so strongly and that I could follow through on His prompting without dithering about. I am moved to give and to pray, and I hope you are too.