Through a surprising and seemingly miraculous turn of events God answered their prayers. At the age of 17 Jake began learning how to use the toilet. By the time he was 18 he could go by himself. He often has accidents. Greg recalls the glorious occasion when for the first time Jake signaled in a public place that he needed to use the restroom. It was at a Walmart. Greg took him to the restroom where, as Jake did his business, urine seemingly went everywhere but in the toilet, but Jake’s pants stayed dry, to his parents’ great joy.
That last paragraph stabbed me to the heart. I can hear the echo of sadness as Greg mentions how others in the family were talking about the great achievements of their children, accomplishments that will forever be far out of reach for Jake. I am deeply humbled by picturing that noble dad in the bathroom cleaning up and praising God, being thankful for the fact that his son has learned to use the toilet, even if more than a little imperfectly.
What do I have to complain about? Nothing. It is clear from his blog that Greg dearly loves his son. Yet we all know that this must be a long way from the dreams he surely once had for his child. While there is much love there, there is also undeniable heartache. That my children are healthy, mature, happy and highly accomplished is an enormous gift. It is a gift that is not guaranteed to any of us. That my wife and I are both healthy is another great gift. We have no guarantee that tomorrow, or next month or next year those gifts will still be ours. But they are given to us today. So what do I have to complain about? Absolutely nothing. On the contrary, I have much to be thankful for. I have much to praise God for. May we never forget, may we never take for granted, God’s abundant goodness. May I ever be full of thanksgiving for every gift that I receive from him.