Big brother. Little brother
Josh has 3 younger brothers (and a younger sister), but only one little brother. Noah is 12 and he and Josh have shared a room for years. They have a love-hate relationship, but their time-tested love is fierce and abiding.
Noah’s heart is breaking. Over the last 2 ½ weeks I’ve had the privilege of catching some of these broken pieces as they fall. I’m saving those pieces in a very safe place.
Noah received “the news” of Josh’s prognosis, his dying, as we all did, around the dining room table. We listened. Cried. Held hands. Tim prayed at the end through tears. Our eyes searched each others eyes, peering deep into places where words can not go.
Then he ran.
Outside. Fast. Far.
Noah has always been a runner. He’s had a life-time of heartache and anguish to run from. He’s well-practiced and comes back when he’s ready. When he did that day, he hid in the corners of our house under blankets, tables and bean bag chairs.
He wasn’t ready to cry. I couldn’t blame him. It’s hard to catch a bursting dam.
I hid in the opposite corner. “I want to run away, too. I want to hide, Noah. Can I hide here?”
He shook his head yes.
It took almost 9 hours for him to give into his tears and anguish. My arms could not hold him tight enough when they final did give in.
Tonight was the 4th “broken heart catching” time for Noah and me. Each time has been priceless.
It began tonight as I was tucking him into bed.
“Dear Jesus, please be with our Joshie. Help him to feel better. Don’t let him leave me too soon. We need to have more fun together. Amen.”
His little body shook.
“I miss Joshie. Why can’t he come back to his own bed?” (Josh is now in a hospital bed in our dining room.) “I can’t talk to him any more when I’m falling asleep. I miss him talking about airplanes with me at night.”
Somewhere along the line I’ve learned to not brush children’s pain away. I don’t minimize it. I don’t marginalize it. I enter into it and let my tears mingle with theirs.
“Bible story time,” Noah quickly announced. He lined his stuffed animal up around him.
“I’m going to tell you the story about Jonah. Jonah ran away. Do you know why? His brother was dying and he couldn’t make it better, so he ran away.”
We cuddled and cried some more. In time, our wet cheeks dried to damp and our bodies stopped their trembling.
Tears gone, he had one more thing to share.
“I don’t like going to sleep, mom. It means another day is done. That means Josh is one day closer to dying.”
“You are right. I know what you mean, but it can also be a new day to have some fun with Josh.”
Before I left Noah’s side, we had a plan for the new day.
Target practice after school. Straws and Q-tips — here we come!
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11 thoughts on “Little Brother”
Hi Brenda, Praying for Noah and his Joshie. And another day to play.
Yes — Terrie, thanking God for another day to play!
Such tender words.
Praying for Noah and the rest of the family.
He has been on my mind the last few days.
Sending a hug his way too!
Love to you all,
Noah has been hugged.
We see an up-turn.
Keep the prayers coming. I know you are!
I wish I had tears. I wish I could hide under the tables and blankets and bean bags. I wish I could run. My heart breaks for you all. I am so angry. These children are receiving God’s love in such a precious and powerful way. God is caring for them and protecting them from a world that is not kid friendly. So…into the midst of healing, the enemy comes and hurts these babies who have been hurt so badly already.
Thank you for sharing your grieving and you joys and your sorrows. This old world is not old people friendly either and I get to run with Noah. I get to cry with you all. I get to realize there is a God waiting with really BIG arms to welcome us all some day. For now…there is no stopping the pain. Running doesn’t change the process. You always have to go back and face the pain. Still…for a while…. If Noah has to run again, would you ask him to take me with him? Just for a little while.
My heart is breaking for you. And prayers are being offered for you all. I can’t imagine the pain but am encouraged by your testimony of strength and courage and Gods grace and faithfulness.
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Becca — you encourage me. Bless me. Your prayers are a treasure.
Continuing to pray for each one of you. The family of Christ and his ministering angels surround you with much love, Brenda. Please give Joe a hug for me.
Angels every where. They really are.
Joe was hugged.
He’s sending one back your way!
Every day you are all on my heart and in my prayers to the Prince of Peace. Every day. And yesterday the request to pray for your family was shared with a few people around the states who are mission partners with us. At the Bible study I’m blessed to lead, a man named Martin prayed long and hard for you all. With the group I also shared the words to “Live the Victory” and a bit of your story. The Spirit is working through it even all the way here in Peru. I just wanted you to know, Brenda. Big hugs. 🙂
We serve the Mighty One who knits are hearts together, bound by the Love of His Son.
Send Martin my love — send all!
May the Spirit’s work grow and multiply