Lemon Meringue

Thankyouthankyouthankyou

for your love, support, good wishes, and prayers.

We made it through the weekend!

Apart from the fairly severe physical pain, Katherine was most distressed about having to renege on the commitment to the Seasons Weekend.

SO.

We convinced Jay to go without her.

You don’t understand.

THIS WAS A MIRACLE.

In addition to being her soulmate, Jay is also Katherine’s nurse practitioner, advocate, and watchdog.

Primary care-giver.

I’m sure he must have felt torn in two.

But after much prayer and talk, he was finally convinced to fly out to LA in the early hours after Katherine’s release from the hospital, and fulfill their joint commitment at Seasons.

Meanwhile, back in Georgia, Katherine battled physical pain, sadness, and disappointment. My husband and I learned some new nursing skills and took turns sleeping on the sofa. (I even mastered the art of giving my own child a shot! Trust me: after years of tears at the pediatrician’s office, this did not come naturally.) Sweet friends came alongside to help us. Delicious food appeared at our door. Beautiful flowers came to cheer us.

And then there was lemon meringue pie. (Thank you, Rachel!)

The pie was delicious. My favorite.

But this lemon meringue was even sweeter:

Katherine got to speak at the conference anyway.

Somehow, techno-idiots that we are, we skyped her in. On prescription pain meds, broken leg in the air, she shared her thoughts with the audience from a hospital bed in our family room. We saw her sisters give big thumbs up as the camera scanned the crowd afterwards. Mentally, I gave God a high-five.

It was a difficult and exhausting weekend for all of us.

But I am so grateful for many things that have come out of it.

Most of all, this reminder:

God’s purposes cannot be derailed by circumstances.

And we can choose to make lemon meringue.

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Thank you all for the wonderful comments on the last post. It feels good to be back.

I left you hanging as to what actually happened. Katherine did not fall down the steps. She simply fell.

The “simple fall” shattered her tibia and fibula. The surgery involved inserting a steel rod in her leg. It will be a long and painful recovery. But her attitude is astonishing.

I’m sure Jay will give you a more thorough update when he recovers from his jet-lag. (He arrived back in Athens around 11 p.m. last night

…just in time to take his turn on the family room sofa! (Naw, he’s not tired.)

But he is one heck of a trooper.

They both are.

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(By the way, both sisters texted that Jay was AMAZING at the conference.)