She wouldn’t call herself brave. She shares her painful frailties, the rawness of her experience without a filter. The depression, the nausea, the dizziness. Her beautiful little girl is the same age as my son. She could be me.
About a year ago I started following a blog by a young woman named Michaela Evanow. Her daughter, Florence Marigold, has spinal muscular atrophy. I hate to even write the words because that does not identify her, it merely classifies her struggle into terms we can file. As though where she fits in the medical database really matters. But she is a hero. A mama bear. A woman on a mission to survive, to love no matter the outcome.
Her daughter is a joy, a sweet fragrance that fills her life, and the lives of so many others with a special beauty. Michaela shares her dark moments and her hopes. She lays herself bare to whoever will engage. In emails and blog comments, I feel like I know her. Through her pain I am encouraged, inspired and challenged. She is braver than I. But I know where her courage comes from. The same God who carries her through the valley of the shadow will hold me fast as well. He holds us all. None of us are brave on our own. But all of us can be, because of Him.
Beautiful, sad post. May we all be so brave when faced with our challenges
I am so sorry to hear of your friend’s daughter! I wonder if it can be cured. There is only one thing we can all do, and that is crawling on our Pappa God’s lap for He is the brave one!
Blessings from FMF
Mia
Such and example of bravery your friend is. We all as mommas have to have some bravery just to take on this role but braver still or those that are asked to step a little deeper
You write of the ultimate act of bravery: the one that has to happen daily, not just when adrenaline is pumping. May the Lord bless your dear blogger-friend and her daughter, and you as you journey with them. Stopping by from FMF and thankful I did.