“Just get me through this week.” he said with an anxiety ridden heart. Preparing for an overseas move with two small children, it seemed the to-do list was longer than our timeline. Our house needed tenants. The things filling that house, not worth much monetarily, were sentimentally valuable making us face the reality of choosing what to take and what to leave. We were in between saying goodbye to our community and stepping into the unknown that is Sarajevo, Bosnia. I won’t forget our 5 little Mexican neighbor girls, with whom we built a friendship, who taught us much of their culture and of welcoming those with no father.
There were funds to be raised. Plane tickets, settling, insurance...the money added up quickly.
If that wasn’t enough, there Josh sat with a torn achilles tendon beginning the long road of rehab. “Don’t worry,” said the doctor. “You’ll be back to full function in six months.” SIX MONTHS?! But we are moving in four!!! Did we mention our secured apartment on the fourth floor with no elevator?!
We questioned God’s plan for us. When we thought all was lost, we discovered Miss Irby. She brought hope and purpose. God spoke to us in that moment, “all strikes are against you, but If I am for you, who can stand against you?”
Even with that encouragement, the road was still difficult. Josh frequently said, “just get me through this (fill in the blank).” This rehab. This cast. This surgery. This fundraising. This garage sale. This move. This side of the ocean.
We went to Battlefield Ministries for some “maintenance counseling”. Jane and Nathan discipled me throughout college so we wanted them to check in with us. We knew we were ok, but you know. Just to be sure.
As in all good counseling sessions, we realized we weren’t totally okay. Stuff came up to the surface. Josh pulled out his phrase that brought him hope “If I can just get through this…”
Nathan looked at Josh and said words we still remember “You know, Josh. If you keep saying that, you are just going to end up getting through your life.”