The Promised Joy
In one of my favorite scriptures, it says “Weeping may endure for a night…” Recently, our four kids all attended swim class. This is something they do on a weekly basis, and each week they get an assessment of what level out of ten they are in their swim lessons. Jonathan, my seven-year-old, moved up from level 8 to level 9. Lauren, my five-year-old, moved up from level 7 to level 8. Even Andrew, my two-year-old, is progressing really well. After Samuel’s assessment, he moved from a level 4 down to level 3. That night, I wept. This was yet another moment of grief for us, as we watch our son’s constant seizures cause decline in his abilities. Each week we witness more examples of his decline, and each week we have to go through the grieving process once again as his seizures slowly get worse and worse. The following morning, we went to a family reunion. At this family reunion, there was a foam machine for the kids to play with. Samuel spent th