...To Those Who Love Him
Six years ago, the first weekend of December provided
an early Christmas gift for Oklahoma State fans. That Bedlam game, as my dad said,
“went our way.” Our entire family found ourselves together in Stillwater -just
not at the Boone.
Instead, we were in Mother’s hospital room at
Stillwater Medical Center. For the third time within a four months, we had
traveled to the emergency room. The first visit culminated with Mother’s gall
bladder surgery in August. The second time on Labor Day weekend resulted in
symptoms subsiding and a return trip to the Big Bend.
This third trip involved a five-day hospital stay for
Mother due to a blockage. Finally, Dr. Cara Pence, Mother’s doctor, released her but noted the
ultrasound showed a dark place. She encouraged Mother to celebrate Christmas
and ring in the New Year. She advised scheduling an appointment for early
January.
Christmas Eve came in a quiet, serene manner that Saturday
night. Our Christmas Eve family tradition comprised a reading
of the Christmas story from Luke 2 and then exchanging our gifts - but not in 2011. Instead, Mother,
Dad, and I listened to a Thunder basketball game and then read the Luke 2 Christmas account. Later I played Christmas
carols on the dulcimer. The next day, we celebrated Christmas Day quietly
by attending worship services that Sunday. During the month of December, we had
no family celebration since Angie had a severe case of pneumonia. Only Ben’s
attentive medical care kept her from being hospitalized.
My parents, Edmund and Bernyce Smith Gates - Christmas 2011 |
Even though we
began the year with a fire causing the total loss of Dad’s barn on New Year’s
Day, he was not hurt nor was his beloved vintage pickup. Even though Angie’s slow
recovery prevented us from sharing our belated Christmas together until January,
but we had a delightful time together although our celebration was almost two
weeks late. Even though our biggest hurdle came in early March with Dad’s first
stroke, he quickly became known as one of the hardest working patients for his
therapists. Finally, while Dad completed his last week of rehabilitation,
Mother had surgery. She was declared cancer free and remains so as of the
posting of this blog post.
This family
remembrance illustrates the meaning of Romans 8:28 – And we know that all things work together for good to those who love
God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. Six years ago,
this week, our family wondered why Mother was experiencing multiple health problems.
Yet the difficult week in December that invaded Mother’s life in 2011, now is recalled as a
gift from God to redirect her attention to a health concern that would
otherwise have gone for months or even years unnoticed.
Ella Wheeler Cox,
an American poet born in the mid-1800s, crafted a poem entitled Whatever Is – Is Best. The final stanza is
below –
I know
there are no errors,
In the
great Eternal plan,
And all things work together
For
the final good of man.
And
I know when my soul speeds onward,
In
its grand Eternal quest,
I
shall say as I look back earthward,
Whatever
is – is best.
(The Best Loved Poems of the American People, 1936)
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