West Nile Neurological Disease - Part 9 - More on Letting Go

As a child, sitting between my parents in church, IThree months after the pirates of West Nile
often sang the old gospel song, "Count yourattacked our little boat, I read something that helped
blessings, name them one by one. Count your manyme process our losses. I read that when a historic
blessings, see what God has done...."pirate ship approached a vessel while flying a red flag
I have found it equally crucial to number our losses toit meant the villains were prepared not only to rob,
the pirates of life. To name them aloud or writebut to kill.
them down. To mourn them, one by one.If they flew a black flag though, it meant something
We should not be ashamed to grieve for what wedifferent. If their victims willingly surrendered their
have lost, as deeply and for as long as necessary.treasure, the attackers would leave one of those
But then (here's the important part) we must let thetreasures intact--their own lives.
good things we have lost slip from our hands with aBeneath the window in my hostel room, where I
prayer of thanks, and our blessing. Fly away. Flylived during my husband's stay in a rehab, sat a play
away.structure in the shape of a ship. A pirate ship, I
Why? We must do so in order to open our hands tojoked. I asked God why he'd allowed our pirates to
what comes next.park it right there, where I had to look at it daily.
When my husband fell ill and was diagnosed withInterestingly, the ship flew a BLACK flag.
West Nile neurological disease in summer of 2007, theNow, I can't help but think God planted it there. A
little boat of our lives flipped upside down. Vandalsreminder, if you wish, of what would be necessary
take all forms--we felt as though our life had beenfor us to do in order to survive the days
ravaged by body pirates.ahead--willingly let go of our former life, in order to
After a hospital stay of six months, he returnedgain a new one.
home, walking with a walker, and unable to return toAnd we have found it. Though my husband still
work. A single mosquito bite had ushered us into thebattles the complications of his disease, and life is far
world of disability.more difficult than ever before, we have been
At the start of our journey down West Nile, mygranted entirely new opportunities we never could
husband and I made the choice to movehave found had we clung to the dear old familiar.
forward--without becoming angry or bitter. TheLetting go of our losses has freed our hands to grab
choice to leave behind our old life, to not blame Godonto something else--the hands of others who need
for the things the pirates stole.a lift. Doing so has made our own journey less
It wasn't easy--we had to re-make the choice daily.wearying--even joyful.
We became intentional about it. Early in our journeyOne of Christ's apostles, Paul, knew the importance
we resolved that no matter how puzzling or painful,of letting go. His life too, had been turned topsy
we WOULD find, somewhere near the end of theturvy. He commented in one of his letters, "But one
Nile, more treasure remaining in our little boat thanthing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining
the scoundrels of the West Nile stole. Something totoward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to
grow on.win the prize for which God has called me
Acknowledging that difficulty can bring growth,heavenward in Christ Jesus" Philippians 3:13, 14 NIV.
however, doesn't mean ignoring our losses. But ourLIG. Let it go. We did. We haven't been sorry. We
faith reminded us that all the losses common tofeel in good company.
humanity can serve a higher purpose, if we let them.