The beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair.
– Matthew Theissen, “Be my Escape“
Tim shared this bit of lyrical insight with me as we sat in Red Robin. We were grabbing a bite of dinner on our way home from yet another visit to the doctor to diagnose yet another troubling infection for Tim; he needed to eat to take the first dose of the newest antibiotic.
Three weeks into his pseudo-confinement at home to protect him from the myriad bugs that go with all the contact at school, he has another infection. He knew it, I knew it, the doc barely looked at his throat before she was calculating which drug to try next reletive to those we’ve already used and his allergies. He sat near tears of frustration as we waited for the requisite strep test to finish – it was negative this time.
He’s discouraged that he’s sick again. He’s tired of being sick, he’s tired of being isolated. It’s been a year since he’s felt well, so I can’t blame him at all.
It’s a moment of grace to me to think that after all the frustration today held for him, it’s that bit of lyrical wisdom that’s floating through his mind.