I have posted a post from jordoncooper.com. To this point I have not talked about this very special family in our lives. Jordon, Wendy and Mark have become part of our family over the past years and they have been going through a very difficult time with Jordon being diagnosed with Sugar Diabetes together with a whole lot of complications.

This conversation Jordon had with Mark reminds me of a similar conversation I had with my mom when I was 10. All of you who read my blog, I would ask you to pray for a physical healing for Jordon. These past few months have been very difficult for them, but they have continued to stand firm in their faith and continue to keep walking “with their heads high and their faces to the wind”…not an easy stance to keep taking. We don’t understand all that comes into our lives, but we do continue to trust God to give strength and courage to keep going at times like these.

This Week - written by Jordon Cooper
What a lousy week. I think this morning and afternoon were rock bottom. Today at church Mark mentioned to some friends that he was just “Praying that Dad would live until he was an adult.” This afternoon Mark and I had a long conversation about me dying and being sick. As a five year old, it isn’t something that you bring up in casual conversation but he brought up, “You look hurt lots”, “You go to the hospital a lot”, “You take pills all the time”, “We are always at the doctors”, “You fall over once in a while”, “Mom cries a lot”, and “Your mom died when you and Uncle Lee were kids”. By this time he was crying. He had in his mind connected the dots.

We had a long talk about my plans to watch him grow old and I wasn’t sick like my mom (cancer… and they have looked a lot for any signs of it) and a five year old friendly version of what was wrong with me as well as explained the pills. He generally is not an emotional kid but if I thought my dad was dying at five, I would have been upset. We also talked about death, funerals, and if Mom was going to die too (not that we know of but).

It was a long bad week of bad medical news piled on more bad news. In the end it was good to be at church today (worship was excellent) and to spend some time with Mark this afternoon having a father and son talk. Next week I head back to work part time and ease myself back slowly. Getting back to work for me is a big step forward for me. When Wendy came home with disability insurance forms, I tossed them in the garbage. When the doctor suggested it, I said that I wasn’t interested unless he wasn’t telling me about something worse. I need being back at work just for the routine and the money :-)