we're on a little journey here. one where we spend a lot of time searching. one that will hopefully end with finding. but for now, we pick things up along the way. one little thing here. then another over there. and sometimes they make lots of sense together. and others it seems like maybe we'll end up going down lots of paths to find.
and in this searching, Jason and I, we spend time taking notes. and discussing those notes with doctors. and therapist. and each other. and trying so hard to pull all the things together.
we knew at the beginning of these sorts of journeys, and onward, no matter how long, there is often a lot of energy focused on the fight. fighting to make it over, across, through. to just be heard. to figure out what's best, and do that. to learn to live in a place of hope. of faith. no matter how big the piles of shit are that we just seem to always be stepping in.
today. today felt like we managed to move forward at sprint pace, but marathon distance. our first victory of the day, a new house. a new, one story house. a house where I will no longer have to carry children up and down steps multiple times a day. a house where little can crawl into her bedroom and play until her heart's content. a house, where, in the future, tiny can do the same. a house that will work so much better for our families needs right now.
and then, an appointment. I pulled up tiny's shirt and said, we have noticed his back looks weird. i'm not going to point it out. I just want you to look at it and see if you notice anything. and she listened. really listened. and looked. and told me something I almost suspected, then pushed out of my head very quickly.
1 in 10,000. that's the statistic for children who have congenital scoliosis. tiny has congenital scoliosis. we have no idea what this means down the road. we will have some imaging done. we will see a specialist. we will do what needs to be done. we will continue on searching for answers.
but, somehow the fact that we got word that we got the one story house, one hour before a doctor said my ten month old has scoliosis seems like a beautiful mess. maybe they aren't connected at all. maybe it's purely coincidence.
then again, maybe i'll cling to my faith in a God who would make certain we had the exact right place to live, just in time to find out a little more about how important it will be for our family.
to continue to live in a place where the piles we step in often seem to grow in size and quantity on a daily basis, I have to cling to the second conclusion. without it, this is all too much. it's too cruel. but, when there is hope. when there is faith. then, can we move forward on this journey. then, can we remember that the small things are tiny sparks of what lies ahead. of all things being new. of new bodies. and no more brokenness.
but for now, for today, heaven showed up in a one story house.