Adventure was my biggest concern that Saturday. I had read in a book by the Duggars how they surprise their children with adventures- just tell them “We’re going somewhere fun,” then stick them in the van and make a memory! So, one Saturday, I wanted to give my kids an adventure. “Kids,” I called, “Go put on warm clothes over those bathing suits!” (They were decked out with bathing suits and squirt guns facing off behind pool toys barricades on our glassed-in balcony. This is what country kids do when you stick them in the city.) “Pajama pants are fine. Just put something warm on over your bathing suits, grab shoes and coats and wait at the door!”
Saturday in Korea is Friday in the states. Two days before we were rushing about (or wandering aimlessly having forgotten Mom’s instructions,) for our adventure, another family far away in our home town was doing the same thing. As I pointed my camera to record my kid’s hodge-podge of flannel pants, cardigans and cowboy boots, a far away acquaintance, a sister who studied the Bible beside me while both our kids were babies, steadied her camera to frame her little girl sitting up in a hospital bed opening gifts brought by family who needed to say “I love you” before their adventure began. The video camera records as the little girl, with her name in purple on her crown, quotes Psalm 23 to the doll on the pillow beside her.
In Korea I hop behind the wheel for the first time armed with my orange international driver’s license. I lean intently over the wheel watching side to side for those deadly Korean taxis. Wheels on the car and wheels on a hospital bed, two families roll off on our adventures.
While my kids jump into the warm water of an indoor pool, screaming and splashing over the joy of swimming in the middle of a city winter, a six year old girl named Katherine undergoes surgery to remove a golf ball sized tumor from her brain.
When we tire of swimming we sit with our feet in the hot tub, talking. Far away they use words like ‘pain management, physical therapy, intensive care,” and the last, the loudest- “malignant.”
We head home, sleepy in towels, thinking what great memories our adventure had made for our kids and in the states the bravest mother in the world sits by a bed side and speaks to the camera- using the same faithful voice she had used in Bible study. She strokes her daughter’s hair and speaks with calm faith and trust, memories for her daughter and the four siblings whose hearts are with her on this adventure.
I blogged a while ago about how our family packed up and moved in five days flat. Six year-old Katherine went from MRI, to diagnosis, to brain surgery in three! Adventure – it takes on a different meaning when it comes in the form of fear and pain, but this family is willing to trust God through both- to trust God for their beautiful daughter and for her brothers and her sister- to give their children a memory of God’s faithfulness. When I read about Katherine before church on Sunday I sobbed tears I didn’t deserve to cry. I’m not close enough to claim heart ache, but I have kids, and I claim to trust God and I can feel all the way from Korea how those two things can conflict enough to tear a heart apart, so I ask you, my reader, please- please! – follow the links to read this family’s story! They are hanging their hearts, their subsistence, their children’s future memories, on their faith in God. Please visit http://www.youcaring.com/medical-fundraiser/karing-for-katheryn-brezina/147203 to read what has happen to Katheryn in the past ten days and find a way that you can be a part of God’s glory as it shines in this situation.