Wow. Unbelievable. Awesome. Don’t know what to say. We are overwhelmed. The outpouring of love and prayer support for our family from all of you is truly humbling. (See yesterday’s Catch.)
Everyone seems to be amazed at our transparency. I love what Sally wrote: “I will not wait until I am profound. Instead, I will respond out of sincere appreciation for your transparency. I feel like it is difficult to be as transparent as we would benefit from being, at least, at times it is.” Don’t wait until you’re profound.
I am actually amazed at what our transparency accomplished. It accomplished your transparency. It’s so enlightening to read stories, one after another after another, of people who we may not have heard from had we not told you all about Chandler, and what we are going through. It’s like opening a flood gate. It’s like a rain storm in southern California in July. (The Angels had a game rained out two days ago. The last time that happened in July was 20 years ago.)
One admitted that her drinking has gone beyond what she can control and is going to start attending A.A. meetings. We heard from another who sits on the edge of his son’s bed for a few minutes every day and cries and prays. His son traveled across the country and checked himself into a treatment center. We heard about someone’s adultery. We heard about someone else’s bipolar child. Another was happy her son was in was the hospital because that meant he was safe. Others simply said they have been where we are now.
And then there was dear Marya, in the middle of cancer treatment, who told us to go down to the beach, write our names in the sand and watch the waves take them away.
Odd, we don’t feel especially transparent. We feel raw. We’re feeling what we’re feeling and trying to tell you about it. Actually, that’s all we can do. Marti says I’m walking around in a fog. You’ve got to pray for me about that. I can’t afford to do that anymore.
I just keep seeing the look on Chandler’s face when I flicked on the light in his room at 4 a.m. and let in three strong men to take him away. That was the worst. Was that the look of Isaac? “Dad, what are you doing to me? How can you do this?”
Here’s the only thing that will snap me out of it. We have talked to Chandler every day so far and he has changed dramatically already. He is even saying he understands why we did this. I was hoping for that maybe a few months from now.
Since Chandler first came into our lives, I’ve been praying that God would bless him and make him a blessing to many. The way he was going, I think I lost track of that prayer. Now I am reminded that God uses everything in our lives. He doesn’t make any mistakes. He doesn’t let go. He doesn’t go, “Whoops, we lost track of Chandler there for a minute.” He didn’t, but I think I did. I lost hope for a while there. I’m sorry, but I did.
Chandler has a beautiful heart that is open to God. He has a tender spirit. He has a very strong will. All together under the power of the Spirit, he is going to do amazing things. Please join us in praying for the vision of Chandler with God in control. He once said he wanted to join the family business. Who better to do that?