Justin’s white blood cell count is up from 10 to 1400. He is no longer at high risk for infection and, no, we didn’t need to pack that bag for the hospital. As we wait for a spinal tap and chemo infusion, I am reminded that yesterday marked his sixth month of treatment for acute lymphoblastic leukemia.

Justin’s blue eyes now tell a deeper understanding of the darker places in this world that hurt but make us stronger. He knows of miracles, flooding steely grey skies with light and bringing us to our knees. He has seen firsthand what prayer and God’s sovereign hand touching the realm of modern medicine can do. And he has lived in step with a portion of grace that transforms hearts and changes stories.

Six months ago, his story changed. Our story changed. I have tried to share our journey with absolute honesty, conveying that is it hard and I don’t like it. Yet pressing on. Trusting God.

And this is what I cling to. Sometimes clawing by my fingernails to grab hold.

But still clinging.

Forget the former things;
do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland. Isaiah 43:18-19