I had my 3rd chemotherapy Wednesday - Friday. It has been tolerable, but with nausea and other side effects. Prior to this treatment, I had many “good” days in which I could do some work at home, have good visits with family and friends and even play with grandchildren.
Reflections: Previous blogs I’ve shared sprang from Scripture, showing a Biblical truth illustrated in my journey with cancer.
This reflection sprang from life experiences over the past several days, which illustrate a value woven through the pages of the Bible.
Tuesday morning, our 4-year old grandson with unbridled energy, came to visit Grandpa and Tutu. Dee, a former KCS Preschool teacher and a great Mom in her own right, knows how to play with a 4-year old in a way that brings delight to the child. She had to take a blood test and, rather than have the little guy watch TV or play on the IPad, we played Dominoes, developing our own set of rules. We had a great time. Later, Sandra Tanji stopped by with some soup. (We are stocked up.) Weston got so excited! That was his teacher! Sandra was one of the loving volunteers in our children’s ministry last Sunday. Weston came and got me, so he could introduce me to his teacher. Sandra talked with Weston and, before leaving, gave him a big hug. That made his day, and ours.
Tuesday afternoon, feeling quite normal and knowing I’d have chemotherapy the next day, I remembered that our 7-year old grandson Brooks had been asking his Dad (Rocky) to take him to a real golf course. We took him to a driving range when they visited last July. He’s been to one in Nashville and one at the Ala Wai more recently. I picked them up and we went to the Hawaii Golf Course to play their par 3 course. We had a wonderful time, playing 9 holes, finishing the 9th in the very dim twilight. Brooks amazed us continually with his shots. (I just couldn’t help slipping in a wee bit of bragging on my grandson. Oh, did I mention Weston’s prowess at making new rules for dominoes?)
After I’d arrived home, it hit me. Not the ball. A thought. It came to me that Brooks would never forget his first time playing golf. He’d always remember that his Dad and his Grandpa shared that experience with him. I cried when I realized no one could ever take that memory from him. I rejoiced and thanked the Lord that I hadn’t missed that window of opportunity. There were several reasons I could have forgone the outing, but had instead, supported by Dee, made the choice to spend the time.
The Point: Spending time with others is not time wasted. Some of you are naturally relational. Some of us gravitate more toward tasks. Each is important, in balance. We need to make time to spend with children, grandchildren, parents, friends, fellow believers, unbelievers and those we minister to. Some of us need to slow down for this to happen. Yes, we need to get work done. We need to set boundaries. One day when we look back, which will have been more important? We must not short-change others, and ourselves, by being too busy to enter their world and build lasting relationships. It is over the bridge of genuine relationships formed by giving intentional time that we can point others to Jesus through our actions, and our words.