I remember the day my husband called to tell me how his doctor
appointment had gone. I was walking into Southpoint Mall in Durham,
headed to the Picture Place with my three little people. Pictures are a
stressful event for me with three. I do it about every 6 months purely
for future enjoyment, but I've left there crying before because of the
sheer lack of cooperation and concern the three little people have for
them. The pictures, that is.
Uh, hum. Back to the hubby. He had
been having some pain in his hip, and I figured he had been playing too
hard for his body's good. No surprise for my husband!
"Well," he started, "the Doctor said, the good thing is, it's not cancer."
"What???" I startled, "That wasn't even a concern, was it?"
it might have been, but neither of us knew. Instead, they told him he
would probably need hip replacement surgery before he turned 35.
However, he should put it off for as long as possible since replacement
hips only last a decade or so and need to be re-replaced. Yikes.
hit me hard over the coming weeks and months. My husband plays more
than anyone I know. He works really hard too (he's owned a business
since he was fresh out of college, so believe me, he works!).
He's the kind of guy who never seems to need as much sleep as the rest
of us, and he's always willing to get up at 4 am to head to the coast
to surf or go to the woods to hunt; he's gotten up most every Saturday
to play basketball at 7 am since we've been married; he rode his
mountain bike, ran regularly with me and our kids in both single and
double jog strollers, wakeboarded out on the lake, snowboards, golfs,
plays tennis, and more.
Daniel loves life and knows how to enjoy it. I've always admired that about him.
attitude throughout this diagnosis has been amazing. He looks at the
bright side--he can still play golf and hunt and surf, even with a
replacement hip. Those are all great things he can do with his boys. We
can still take walks on the beach, or if worse comes to worse, I can
push him in a wheelchair on the beach (if they make wheelchairs for the
beach), and he says I'll enjoy it more anyway because it's harder
My attitude was not so graceful. This is not
what I want, God! How can you let this happen to him, when he's dreamed
for the last few years of all the ways he and Jace and Ryder will play
together??? How can you take the fun guy with friends by the handful,
many tied to one shared activity or another, and wipe out much of the
activity? It just doesn't seem right.
I was really mad
that he couldn't run with me anymore. Although I can't say hubby was
particularly upset about that. Running has never been on his list of
favorites because it's apparently just not "fun".
Part of the
problem with my attitude was that I was walking through life with the
expectation that we get to keep our health, at least until we're really
old. I wouldn't have said that, but in my imagination, that was how it
should work out.
Another part of the problem was the way I was
viewing life on earth, and the way I saw Heaven. God knew this, for He
knows my heart, and He was about to rock me with a string of events and
to give me something to really look forward to.
if you're serious about living this new resurrection life with Christ,
act like it. Pursue the things over which Christ presides. Don't
shuffle along, eyes to the ground, absorbed with the things right in
front of you. Look up, and be alert to what is going on around
Christ—that's where the action is. See things from his perspective.
old life is dead. Your new life, which is your real life—even though
invisible to spectators—is with Christ in God. He is your life. When
Christ (your real life, remember) shows up again on this earth, you'll
show up, too—the real you, the glorious you. Meanwhile, be content with
obscurity, like Christ. Colossians 3:1-4, The Message
About Angela Parlin:
Angela is a full-time Mama to three little people, Wife to hubby of 10
years, daughter, sister, friend, and follower of Jesus.