Seasons

While I was sitting in the metal bleachers (freezing my hinny off) at last Friday night's high school football game, God put these two contrasting images in my brain.  Amazing.  I came home and searched the archives for the photo on the left, and couldn't wait to unload the photos I had just taken - knowing there would be a version of the photo on the right.  I was startled that the body positions were so similar in the photos taken a year apart.  It was as though God was REALLY making a point to me that He did NOT want me to miss.

I was TRYING to pay attention.  TRYING to tune in and marvel at the faithfulness of God.  And then He went and interrupted my mental focus with such a force... it took my breath.  It wasn't a "breakthrough" or a new epiphany.  It was just a simple truth that was so crystal clear, it hurt my chest to try to contain the emotion of it.  Here's what He brought into my mind:

"And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered; so don't be afraid..." - Matthew 10:30

God was quite aware when the "very hairs" of Keaton's head numbered exactly ZERO.  And I have to believe He's applauded from heaven as each one has grown back.  

The doctors will not give us permission to use the word "remission" for about another 4 years.  (Doctors are a drag.)  But I wanted you to know that Keaton is doing really well.  Are there still daily struggles and physical hurdles to overcome?  Of course.  But the fact is, we couldn't have asked for a better MRI this last round.  We'll continue to hit our knees on a regular basis between subsequent MRIs... which will occur about every 3 months.  Thank you for praying WITH us.  Keaton's Warriors are the best on the planet.  

Seasons.  When we're in a season we'd rather skip, it feels like it will be that way FOREVER. But that's a lie - a very powerful and effective lie.  Satan wants us to give up.  Defeated Christians are not a threat to Satan's agenda.

Perhaps you are still in the middle of your difficult season.  You're stuck in the photo on the left and have no idea when the right half of your story will develop.  That's a hard place to be. I have some friends in that place. It's real, and a cute little blog entry isn't going to fix it.  But this much I KNOW: God is not absent or distant during that season.  We may look in the mirror and see NO hair (or no job or no financial margin or no community or no relief from the current struggle) - but while we're looking in that mirror, God is busy numbering.  He sees both sides of the photo right now.  Faith is the bridge between the two sides of the photo.  Journey on.  Don't quit.

"Listen to me you descendants of Jacob; you whom I have upheld since your birth, and have carried since you were born.  Even to your old age and gray hairs, I am He, I am He who will sustain you.  I have made you and I will carry you;  I will sustain you, and I will rescue you." - Isaiah 46:3-4  

But Blessed Is The Man

“One time, four of us boys were riding on the sideboards of our old Model T,” said Uncle Clifford as he stood before the crowd at Dad’s 90th birthday party.   One mention of the family’s old Model T was all it took to hook the SUV-driving crowd into the story.

Uncle Clifford, thoroughly enjoying the moment, continued, “One of ‘em looked down at Jute and said - (y'all know his name is Julian, but I call him Jute), ‘Jute, where are your shoes?’ And then Jute said, ‘Clifford ain’t out-growed ‘em yet!’”

The crowd howled with laughter – not just at the joke – but at the WHOLE THING.  Wrapped up in that one little story were so many things to celebrate:

• My 90 year-old Dad has a healthy 93 year-old "big brother" who still remembers, with great clarity, their glory days of growing up down the dirt lane.
• They are the lone survivors of a family of 13 children that endured the Great Depression without their father, who was deceased at that point. They survived by pulling together, making do with what they had, making their own fun, and leaning into the promises of God.
• That family had 6 girls and 6 boys (one sibling died as an infant) – so OF COURSE there were four boys riding on the sideboards!
• We've buried 10 of their siblings through the years, and most of the spouses of those siblings – so funerals have been more plentiful than parties.  But last night was a different deal.  Last night was about celebrating LIFE while the honoree was still able to enjoy it.  Every person there seemed swept up in the moment.

My two brothers and I, and our better halves, stumbled and fumbled our way through the whole planning process for this birthday party.  (Thank God for better halves!)  Frankly, most of us had no idea what we were doing!  We only knew that we wanted it to be a very special night for Dad.  We had plenty of food and nice decorations.  But I learned something really valuable when it was all said and done. 

I learned that what makes a 90^th birthday party REALLY great is the character of the 90 year-old himself.  Dad was the reason the party was so great.  The Social Hall at Sardis Baptist Church was filled to overflowing.  Each person there wanted a moment with Dad.  Each could have had a speaking part during the Roast, because each one had a story to tell.  Most could have relayed a story to the crowd about a time when Dad helped them out, made them laugh, encouraged them in some way, or brought them something fresh from his garden or from his catfish pond.  He’s THAT guy.  My Dad doesn’t have diplomas hanging on the wall or a fancy house, but he knows what has eternal value.  He’s been making deposits for 90 years in his Kingdom account.  Last night I realized that my Dad is filthy, stinkin' rich.

One of the activities we did at the party was to complete a Thumbprint Tree.  Ever seen one of those?  It’s used in lieu of a Guest Registry.  It starts with a drawing of a tree, with lots of bare branches.  Our tree was skillfully and lovingly crafted by my professional-artist-cousin, Joanne.  I tell her all the time that God has HER artwork hanging on HIS refrigerator!

As guests arrive, they place their thumbprint on the tree and sign their name in it.  Little by little, the tree takes on life and fullness.

I didn’t know it at the time, but God was weaving this blog post together from the very beginning of our party planning process, weeks ago, when I first asked Joanne about drawing that tree.  When I saw the completed Thumbprint Tree, I got a huge lump in my throat.  God brought this verse of scripture to my mind from Jeremiah 17.

But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD;

  whose confidence is in Him.

He will be like a tree planted by the water

  that sends out its roots by the stream.

It has no fear when heat comes;

  its leaves are always green.

It has no worries in a year of drought

  and never fails to produce fruit.

Dad certainly hasn't been shielded from "heat or drought" in this world.  Among other things, he suffered the loss of his wife at an early age, leaving him two boys ( a teenager and a 9 year-old), and a 6 year-old GIRL to raise.  But Dad just kept trusting in the Lord and placing his confidence in HIM - even when it was HARD.  And from the looks of things last night, God is doing HIS part by keeping Dad's roots healthy.  My stepmother takes great care of Dad, and an entire community surrounds him with TLC.  And the fact that his Fingerprint Tree is now FILLED with "leaves" convinces me that Dad has truly "never failed to produce fruit."  I'm unspeakably grateful to be his daughter.

A favorite preacher of mine said recently, "the value of a life will always be measured by how much of it you give away." Last night I saw through the eyes of the crowd just how valuable my Dad's life is... and he ain't done yet!

Take that thought with you as you start another week.  In a culture that tries to measure our worth by the size of our house or the price of our car... truth says something different.  So send your roots out by the stream this week and let God begin to fill you.  There's nothing wrong with working toward a nicer house or a bigger car, but maybe the thing you can do this week to increase your true net worth THE MOST is to help a kid with his math, or make some phone calls on behalf of a friend who needs a job, or give a single mom an evening out by watching her kids.  God's economy is different.  My Dad gets it.  Happy 90th Dad.  I hope we do this again in ten years.

Bending Down

Holy COW!!!  Did you guys pray hard or WHAT?  If you didn't read the last post... this one won't make sense to you.  But if you did - this will make you smile.

Keaton served as one of the Team Captains for this week's football game - AND he played EVERY offensive series except one (I think.)  I gave up trying to take pictures, he was in there so much!!  Besides, cheering wildly is way more fun than hiding behind a camera.

In Psalm 116, these words are recorded:  "I love the LORD because he hears my voice and my prayer for mercy.  Because he bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath!" (NLT)

He cares about the cancer - but He also cares about the little things.  We have no idea what next week's game will bring, but for THIS week we stop and say "Thank You."  We thank God for being so intensely personal.  And we thank all of YOU for praying!

I want you to picture the truth of this verse from Psalm 116 as you go about YOUR week, and then just go ahead and ASK.  I don't know if you'll get the same answer that Keaton did this week, or not.  I am not God.  But I DO know that when I get a mental image in my mind and in my heart of God bending down to listen when I pray... I'm much more apt to ASK.  And I DO know He's good.

Keep the faith.

IN. THE. GAME.

Worse Than Cancer

Before Friday night, I’m not sure I would have believed there was much of ANYTHING “worse than cancer,” especially for a teenager.  But that was BEFORE.  On Friday night, I received an education in an outdoor classroom comprised of metal bleachers facing the 40 yard line.  And now I understand.

It was Friday Night Lights at its finest.  The band was loud and festive, and the home team made a grand entrance onto the field through a raised banner. 

I kept standing on my tiptoes trying to spot Keaton in the pack of Falcons racing onto the field.  It made me smile to see that he came out of the dressing room last.  He was savoring the moment, taking it all in.  I think he’s earned that right.  He took his time with the traditional rubbing of the statue, and then jogged to catch up with his teammates as they ran through the human tunnel onto the sidelines.  It was exciting and just, well, GREAT. 

I tried to process all the different emotions swirling around inside me.  Knowing the road Keaton has traveled for more than a year - the surgeries, the radiation, the chemo, the endless MRI’s and blood tests – and then seeing him suited up and ready to compete just felt overwhelming.  All I could do was mutter, “Thank you, Jesus.”  Keaton’s path right through the heart of aggressive brain cancer has been undeniably graced by the supernatural.  You see, he’s endured it ALL without missing much school AND without allowing himself to give up and just lay on the couch in front of the xbox like so many others would have done.  I watched him this summer on our family vacation, jogging and doing endless pushups and situps, all in preparation for his senior season of football.

And it was finally here!  The crowd was on its feet, the music was blaring over the speakers, and we were making complete fools of ourselves cheering for #70.  Who on earth cheers for a LINEMAN like that – I mean maybe a star running back or a flashy wide receiver, but a lineman - who does that? WE do, thank you very much, and YOU would have too if you had been sitting next to me in the bleachers.

Keaton got his chance during the 2^nd offensive series.  He is no longer a starter, but we already knew that.  We just wanted to see #70 making some holes, and he did exactly that!  The Flowery Branch Falcons SCORED on Keaton’s first series!!  May I just tell you that we nearly caused our section of the metal bleachers to collapse?  I am a short, white, middle-aged woman – but I’m pretty sure the entire crowd was impressed with my vertical leaping ability after that touchdown!

We had expected that Keaton would likely play every OTHER series.  We were mentally braced for that.  His stamina was still returning, so it made sense that he would share the O-Line responsibilities with others.  He was doing a GREAT job blocking for his tailbacks and quarterback, so I knew it was just a matter of time before he won back his starting position. 

The OTHER series came.  I stood up in anticipation, with the zoom lens aimed at #70.  He didn’t leave the sidelines.  And then the other, OTHER series came and still #70 remained on the sidelines.

Three and a half quarters of series went by, and Keaton remained on the sidelines.  His helmet stayed on his head and he stayed near the coach – ready to go in with just a GLANCE his way.  The glance never came. 

And that’s when I learned in my metal bleacher classroom, the lesson I never would have believed before last Friday night.  The thing that’s WORSE THAN CANCER is being treated like a kid with cancer. 

I suppose it’s human, as a diagnosis drags on, to begin to see a “patient” instead of a person.  We tend to focus on all they’ve been through.  We focus on the weight loss and the hair loss.  And by doing so, we fail to see God when He’s showing off right in front of our faces.  He’s inviting us into the story – to be PART of the story.  How?  Put him in the game.  Treat him like a kid… not the kid with cancer.  And then?  We should marvel at God as the kid performs.  That’s the part God invites US to play.  But sometimes we choose the safer route.  We mean no harm, of course.  We just feel awkward or maybe a little fearful.  We aren’t sure what to say.  So we glance in a different direction.  It’s just easier  that way.

There are always plenty of emergency vehicles on hand at a football game to take care of physical injuries or accidents.  But what sort of vehicle do you summon when the injury is a broken heart?  I kept looking, but one never came.

 

You may not know Keaton personally, but I’ll bet you know someone walking a hard road.  Maybe you DO know someone like Keaton, with a serious medical condition.  But perhaps instead, it’s a friend tangled up in a messy divorce, or a neighbor in serious financial trouble, or friends with a kid in rehab.  Ask God to bring to your mind the person in your circle of influence that fits the category.  And then pray for courage to pick up the phone.  Take ‘em to lunch.  Meet for coffee.  Share something going on with YOU and ask for their input.  PUT. THEM. IN. THE. GAME.

I love the stories of Jesus’ ministry in scripture.  I especially love the stories of His miraculous healings.  He didn’t just heal the physical ailment, He restored the whole person.  Remember when He healed the lepers?  He sent them to the priest so that they could be restored to their communities.  Jesus put them in the game.  How about that crippled guy who was let down through the roof?  Jesus healed him… and immediately told him to “go home.”  Jesus put him in the game.

We sat in the bleachers last Friday night feeling disappointed, but we chose to cling to the truth.  Paul said it best:  “We can rejoice, too, when we run into problems and trials, for we know that they help us develop endurance.  And endurance develops strength of character, and character strengthens our confident hope of salvation.  And this hope will not lead to disappointment.  For we know how dearly God loves us.”  (Romans 5: 3-5 NLT) 

I know Keaton is developing endurance and strength of character.  I also know he’ll keep showing up at practice giving 100%, because that’s the kind of kid he is.  He’s surrounded by a great support system, including his O-Line Coach, whom Keaton has credited with being “his favorite coach EVER.”  Together we are coming around Keaton, and together we'll figure this out.  Cancer affects us all.

As you continue to pray for Keaton’s physical healing, please also pray for the aches and pains that never show up on an MRI.  And just for the record, Keaton handles those a lot better than his aunt.

 

In Living Color

I watched as he began working.  It was early for vacation – the time when most of our crowd sat quietly under the shade of the beach tents and just eased into the day.  

But not him.  He sat down and he simply began.  His tools weren’t many.  A short shovel, a bucket of salt water, and his hands.  We’d seen him do this before – many times over the years, in fact.  But today he seemed to be on a mission.  An occasional helper would drift in and out, but Karson?  There was no drifting in him.  He just kept at it.

It was our annual “family reunion” beach trip.  For 32 consecutive years now, the Franklin clan has gathered on the shores of a southeastern beach together.  It’s our way of being intentional about investing in our family ties.  It’s grown over the years, but in modern history, we have about 50 kin folks who assemble.  Sometimes it’s a little more.  Sometimes it’s a little less.  But for all who are able, the opportunity is there to lean heavily into the bonds of family.  The Franklins' are the kind of family you run TO when life is hard… not run FROM.  That says a lot really, because it makes no difference if the mess is one of your own making or one that life has unapologetically thrust upon you.  Whether it’s your turn to be the walking wounded or your turn to extend an arm of comfort, there’s a place for you on the beach trip.  We come together and we laugh, and we play in the waves, and we sit in the shade of our tent refuge.  We talk about life and we talk about faith and we watch the youngins play. 

It’s here we find balm for our wounds – the wounds we talk about, and the ones we don’t.  We experience a deep sense of belonging; a sense of tradition and legacy.  It’s not a perfect family, but like the Velveteen Rabbit, it’s a real one.  We’ve had our share of petty squabbles, we’ve said goodbye to members through divorce and hello to babies before brides, we’ve buried our old and tragically our young.  It’s a family that hasn’t necessarily had an easy road, but it has endured.  No matter what the previous year has brought, the Franklins' keep assembling in July on the sand.  We love each other like crazy... in all our messed up glory.

That may seem harsh to you – that mentality that "the show must go on" within our Franklin clan.  No matter what is happening in the world at large, or within the confines of an individual segment of the family, the Franklin Beach Trip occurs.  I choose to find comfort in that.  It’s a picture of faithfulness; a picture of strength.  It’s proof that the thing we’re a part OF is bigger than the part we play.  THAT is comforting.  No individual among us is more important than the whole. 

Last summer, Keaton (whose middle name is Franklin, I might add) was not able to come to the beach.  He was in an Atlanta hospital having seizures every 15 dang minutes.  At that point his cancer was not yet diagnosed, but fear was creeping in to our collective hearts.  Still, the Franklins' gathered.  We celebrated what was good, and we sought comfort for what was not.  Keaton’s absence was NOT.  We had no idea what the coming year would bring.  That’s just what our beach trips are like.

I kept thinking about all those things as I peered over the top of my novel and watched Karson diligently work on his castle.  A friend of mine pointed out that it takes a beach person to understand "dribble castles." The Franklins' understand them well.  Most of us have experienced the wet sand slipping between our fingers as a tower begins to take shape.  It's a rite of passage within our family.

It was getting late in the afternoon and Karson finally took a break.  The castle was enormous!  Passers-by would stop and take pictures or make comments about his handiwork.  Karson wasn’t there to receive the compliments though.  He had slipped away to the condo to retrieve a few more supplies. 

I knew what was coming, and I didn't want to miss a moment of it.  I packed my novel away and grabbed my camera.  The process invoked an awe in me - a sense of reverence. I knew I was watching a master craftsman work.  It was a beautiful sand castle before he began to color it.  

But the color brought it to life.

My mind traveled to a couple of places in scripture that talk about God breathing life. There's that place in Genesis of course, where God breathed life into Adam.  But more so on my mind was that crazy story from Ezekiel.  You know the one... where the valley full of dry bones came to life.

From Ezekiel 37 NLT (various verses throughout the chapter)  "The LORD took hold of me, and I was carried away to a valley filled with bones.  He led me all around among the bones that covered the valley floor.  They were scattered everywhere across the ground and were completely dried out.  - This is what the Sovereign Lord says, 'Look! I am going to put breath into you and make you live again!' - The bones of each body came together and attached themselves as complete skeletons.  Then as I watched, muscles and flesh formed over the bones.  Then skin formed to cover their bodies, but they still had no breath in them.  - So I spoke the message as he commanded me, and breath came into their bodies.  They all came to life and stood up on their feet, a great army.  This is what the Sovereign Lord says: 'I will put my Spirit in you, and you will live again.' "

I will put my Spirit in you, and you will live again. That's the phrase that kept reverberating in my head.

As the castle came to life, I realized God was painting a picture for my soul.  This past year, Keaton technically had life.  He had muscles and flesh over his bones... but the surgeries and the chemo and the radiation, and the unexpected infection… and just the GRIND of a cancer diagnosis and subsequent treatment had taken a chunk out of HIM and our collective spirit as a family.  We needed a fresh breath.

So God provided what we needed - that which we couldn't do for ourselves.  As I watched the color come into that castle, I knew I had witnessed a miracle on this year’s Franklin Family Beach Trip.  Last year, as I mentioned, Keaton wasn’t with us.  But this summer – we had the gift of time with him.  He played Frisbee with his cousins.  He played horseshoes with one of his brothers.  (His other brother and a beloved cousin were not with us this year due to the strenuous demands of college life. We'll joyfully take that!) 

He dribbled a few castles of his own.  And he battled the waves in a kayak as fiercely as he had battled cancer in his brain.  

He had LIFE.  Beautiful, adventurous, teenage life.

“I will put my Spirit in you, and you will live AGAIN.”  We are grateful to God for His healing hand on Keaton.   - So is it over?  Is it finally over? 

I have no idea.  But I DO know two things: (1) It's important to thank God for blessings along the journey and (2) This was a Franklin Family Beach Trip that I will remember forever.  Why?  God reminded me with amazing color this year that He is real.  He breathes new life into weary bodies and weary souls.  No matter what the next year brings for Keaton or for ANY of us… my faith in the Giver of Life has deepened.  He’s intensely personal.  He spoke to me in a way I could understand.  He literally painted a picture for me on the sand.  What story did that sand castle tell?  I think it's simply this: Sometimes life is heavy and we find ourselves technically alive, but not really living.  If that’s a statement you can relate to… just hold on.  Hold on to your faith.  Hold on to those God has placed in your circle.  But most importantly, hold on to the power of your God.  He breathes new life.  He colors our world.  He just DOES.  

Vacation Bible School

Anybody out there remember Vacation Bible School?  I grew up with that as a kid, and I'm glad.  I remember ceremonially marching in to the little country church carrying the American Flag and the Christian Flag.  I remember singing songs with hand motions, and making crafts out of popsicle sticks and macaroni noodles.  I remember playing kickball and eating homemade ice cream straight out of the churn.  And I remember learning bible verses and more about my Savior.  I remember "Commencement" and performing little skits for the congregation that we had rehearsed all week.  I'm thankful for those childhood memories, and for all the adults who served as teachers.

I'm all grown up now, and its my turn to give back.  My big city church calls it "Camp Allstars" rather than VBS, but fundamentally... things haven't changed that much.  I was the official Camp Storyteller this week, and we learned five parables that Jesus taught when he walked on the earth.  Then we played kickball and made crafts out of popsicle sticks.  See?  Not so different.

We learned in one of the parables, that it's important to be PERSISTENT with our prayers.  (Parable of the Friend at Midnight, Luke chapter 11).  As I told that parable to the kids, I realized that those of us on Team Keaton have been praying steadily for over a year now.  And then I got a lump the size of Texas in my throat as I realized how faithful God has been. Keaton is doing remarkably well.  He's healing from the latest surgery, his most recent MRI looks really, really good and he'll be training soon for his senior season of high school football.

My son is taking the parable to heart, and his Red Team at Camp Allstars has been persistently praying for Keaton all week.  Let's keep it up until the words "Cancer" and "Keaton" are no longer mentioned in the same sentence!

For those of you who grew up attending or teaching VBS... I thought you might enjoy a little trip down memory lane by viewing this short video I put together from our camp this week.  Enjoy!

Keaton Update

My friend TG is very fond of saying, "God is everywhere, but Jesus lives in Guatemala."  I was suspect of this claim of hers, being the spiritually-mature, bible scholar that I am  (yeah, right) until I accompanied her on a couple of medical mission trips to Guatemala.   Then I began to believe there MIGHT just be some merit to her assertion, despite all the theological obstacles to it.

Others in my life took exception to this of course.  My best girlfriend of 22 years, for example, is convinced that Jesus lives in KENYA where she has seen evidence of His presence on NUMEROUS trips to a particular orphanage there.  (She is willing to graciously concede that Jesus may PERHAPS have a "condo" in Guatemala - but she is firmly set that His primary residence is in Kenya.)

It's a great debate.

But today I am writing to settle the matter once and for all.  I have recently discovered indisputable evidence that IN FACT, Jesus lives in Baltimore, Maryland.  Who knew?

Last week, my whole family was able to fly up to Baltimore to visit Keaton at Johns Hopkins after his latest surgery.  While I would love to take the credit for our trip - it was actually God's idea. (I think He was tired of hearing this debate about the primary address for His son and wanted to settle the matter for us.)  It's too LONG of a story to relay here, but trust me when I tell you His fingerprints were all over it.  It's too GOOD of a story, however, not to at least hit the highlights in the blog.

The story began back in February when the deadline for the next Guatemala trip arrived.  I didn't have a good reason NOT to go, and my teenage son WANTED to go.  (Who in their right mind would turn down a teenage boy anxious to GO on a mission trip?)  Can't explain it.  Just didn't feel "free" and excited about signing up as I had felt the last two years, so I didn't.  Looked at my feet alot when people asked me why I wasn't going.  Didn't have a good answer.  Felt pretty stupid.

Found out later that my husband's firm had a meeting at the end of May on the Chesapeake Bay - families were invited.  Cool.  Maybe THAT is why I wasn't supposed to go to Guatemala to visit Jesus... I needed to be able to accompany my husband on his business trip.  As much as I want to be a GREAT wife, going on a business trip didn't seem like a good enough reason TO ME to skip out on a mission trip, ESPECIALLY given the fact that I'd be visiting Jesus' condo in Guatemala.  So I pouted... a little.  My teenager pouted ALOT.

But then we found out about Keaton's surgery.

In Baltimore.

What city had we booked our flight to from Atlanta for this business trip on the Chesapeake Bay?  Baltimore.

When was Keaton's surgery?  May 30th

When was our departure date for Keith's business trip?  May 30th

Departure Date for the Guatemala trip I said "no" to?  June 1st.  Going to Guatemala would have meant missing Keith's trip AND missing Keaton's surgery.  Knew NONE of that back in February.  Whew... that gives me goosebumps.  Pretty amazing orchestration by God isn't it?  The only reason I included that part of the story in the blog is to ENCOURAGE you.  God really DOES speak to us.  If we take the time to pray about decisions, big and small, He really WILL weigh in.  Now personally, I'd prefer something more concrete in the communication department - something OTHER THAN just a weird vibe or a nagging doubt when it's time to make the decision.  But I suppose that's why it's called FAITH.  He requires us to act before we have all the information we'd like to have to make a perfectly- informed decision.  Abraham did that, and scripture tells us it was credited to him as "righteousness."  I like the sound of that.  The key, I think, is continuing to pray and seek His input.  I still don't know all the story.  It's not like my presence in Baltimore made much of a difference, but I believe with all my heart I was in the place I was meant to be on May 30th.  And with THAT, I am satisfied.

As for Keaton, to catch you up - he's doing amazingly well!  So why another surgery?  We had a setback this past winter.  A staph infection crept in to the bone of his skull where the steel plate from surgery number one was attached.  (Surgery "number one" successfully removed the biggest of two tumors last August.)  After the infection was discovered, another surgery ensued to temporarily remove the steel plate, plus remove the infected portion of the actual skull.  Emotionally this was tough as it knocked our Strong Warrior out of Spring Football.  But he persevered.  After enough antibiotics to wipe out all infection along the entire eastern seaboard, Keaton was declared Infection Free.  This last surgery at John's Hopkins was simply to re-install a new and improved steel plate.  If all heals according to plan, our favorite O-Lineman will be back in his helmet in about four weeks.  Would appreciate a prayer to that effect!

Now to settle the matter that began this blog post.  Where does Jesus live, REALLY?  When we arrived at Johns Hopkins last week, Keaton was just getting out of surgery.  He was in recovery and doing well.  His dad, Miles, took us on a little tour of the hospital.  It's a fascinating place.  It has a very "modern" side, which is very new and stainless steel and high tech.  But BY FAR, my favorite part of the tour was through the "old" section of the hospital.



It's architecturally beautiful and stately.  I loved the contrast of the original building to the new, high tech part of the campus.  As we entered through the wrought iron gates and through the front door, there He stood, bigger than life.  It actually took my breath away.

There in the lobby, stood a solid stone carving of Jesus Christ.  He was in the middle of the "rotunda", which housed many of the original patient rooms and was the impetus of the medical phrase for doctors "making rounds."

Nothing gives a greater sense of peace than seeing Jesus in a place of desperate need.  People don't travel to Johns Hopkins for hangnails or for liposuction.  All the patients there need something supernatural - something the stainless steel and high tech side will fall short of providing.  I love that Johns Hopkins kept the sculpture despite the expansion and all the newness.  We are thankful for BOTH sides of the hospital and availed ourselves of both on this last trip.

The staff of Johns Hopkins continues to win our admiration and our affection.  We couldn't love them more.  But you see, in our human view of things, we'd rather NOT be "welcomed back" to the 10 North hallway.  But sometimes God sends ALL of us on journeys we'd rather not take.  Perhaps you are on a journey with a rebellious teen, or on a journey of unemployment, or on a journey of caring for aging parents where the needs are growing and your physical energy is waning.  I don't know your situation.  But our tour of Johns Hopkins was a visible reminder to me that He never sends us ANYWHERE without sending Jesus along with us.  And Jesus wins.  I hope that is something you can use this week, no matter your journey.

Our prayer for the summer is for complete healing for Keaton.  We are looking forward to seeing him in his #70 jersey for his senior season at Flowery Branch High School.  Thanks for continuing your membership on Team Keaton, and thanks for joining us in that prayer!