The Other Side

Hey, Blaise here...  

On the other side is where we are.  The other side of Indiana’s biopsy at Sick Kids. The other side of leaving and coming home.  We are home.  Waiting for results.  Waiting and wondering what’s next...? 

A funny thing, being back where we started; we’re made aware of just how blank the page is.  Far more so than being on the road.  At least on the road, we’ve got our trusted GPS!

It was almost 10 months ago when I sat up in bed and spoke the words “it’s a blank page” to Matt lying next to me.  That moment came after months of restless conversation, one after another.  Finally -- an image, an idea; a vision for something to come.  So we prayed and planned and thought and sought to offer God -- us.  As completely as possible, and without the stuff and the to do’s, that we assumed were ours to have and to do. 

Simple enough idea: a page on which He could write His will for our lives.  Blank, clean…and without. 

And now here we are on the other side, somewhat shell-shocked.

It would be a lie to say we haven’t looked at each other more than once and said, “What were we thinking?” Was this blank page thing some over-romantic idealism?  Was that image even from God, or something from my own zealous imagination? 

The glare from our page is just about blinding at the moment.  Truth be told, the only thing I can see poking through are the faces of our beautiful girls. All of us waiting; with no house, no jobs, no agenda, no place to be.  Feels like we’re in-between something… waiting for something to be delivered… nowhere.  A pregnant pause. 

It’s a time to be still, for Indi’s healing.  It’s a time to be still for each other. 

And I am amazed at how in the moment we really are.  I wonder if God’s smiling at the blankness.   I do know He’s waiting with us.  I know because we’re surrounded by love, from family and friends.  And they are His presence with us.