The Spreadsheet

Our time over the next 5 weeks is dictated by a spreadsheet of all the people to see and jobs to accomplish before we fly out. Michael is the spreadsheet guru however allowed me venture into the world of Excel to map out the timeframe. What a guy? It makes me feel a sense of control to know that most things are accounted for and in-hand.

There have been many tears cried in the last week regarding Cam's health (see http://www.thewalkbeside.com/) however we have never felt abandoned, overlooked, hard done by or screwed. There is so much to be grateful for I'm feeling more alive than ever with a bubbling sense of gratitude and joy.

• Grateful for a progression in the cancer that has propelled him toward treatment in the 'early stages' of growth.
• Elated we are being moved from Sydney to Perth next month by a company who knows nothing of the family situation or the timing of such.
• Time for processing, talking, wasting, eating, healing, reading and incubating. Turn on the news tonight and you'll hear several stories of devestated families who had no time for all these things.
• Loved and upheld by crowds of witnesses who are praying, hoping, wishing, believing and grieving as much as we are.
• Grateful for opportunities that take me away from a Breakfast-Lunch-Dinner existence to consider the realities behind actuality. This time last week we had no information to change our belief on the semi-stable nature of Cam's cancer. With the most recent results we know more. More will either devestate us with grief or free us to know that healing disregards information.

Last week I told a friend about our move to Perth explaining the job offer and that my brother was quite sick with cancer. His immediate response was "Is he a Christian?" and after I answered yes he replied "Oh, that's alright then". Even though he believes in the concept of salvation I found the response offensive and shallow. This is not complete faith. Our faith is about holding all understanding in tension - believing whole-heartedly in the "Father's house" of heaven while still being able to embrace this crazy, mixed up world with all its fabulous goodies and fight hard to save lives...in every sense.

Speaking of crazy and mixed up...this post might be a bit like that. I sat down to write a 5 min update as I was walking out the door to work. That was 40m ago and I've just typed with out too much consideration. Whoopsy daisy.