In a family full of young adults on the brink of life, of love, of making dreams come true, you never expect to hear these words, “It is what it is.”
But in a home where loss has taken its toll, I do.
Oh, how I long to restore the unmarred joy we used to know-when everything was possible, positive attitudes could overcome any challenge and the horizon beckoned with welcome instead of warning.
Our watchword used to be “Failure is not an option”.
I even had a cute little magnet on the fridge that proclaimed, “Another day, another disaster”.
That was BEFORE.
Before the dawning sun brought real disaster to our doorstep. Before the thing we had to face could not be overcome by more elbow grease, greater resolve or stronger faith.
Before death became very, very real to us.
We are not struck down in despair.
We are not fatalists.
But we do acknowledge the fact that this life is filled with things we cannot change. We understand by experience that some things must simply be endured. We embrace the truth that we depend on the mercy of God in every way.
So now we live this motto: It is what it is.
And we take one another’s hand and walk on, through whatever it is. We call courage to our hearts that no matter what happens, we will survive together.
We keep loving and living and leaning.
Because that’s what we do.