The scriptures say “And it came to pass…” I love that.
That phrase is sprinkled liberally throughout the Book. And I believe it. It didn’t come to stay. Most things don’t. I looked forward to the time when I wouldn’t have to get up multiple times at night to feed Celia. I looked forward to sleep. And then it passed and I wished, sometimes, for it to come back, for the chance to nurse her while the rest of the world slept. And I anticipated the terrible twos, knowing they might challenge us, but knowing that stage, too, would pass. But Batten Disease… it’s here to stay. Golly, I bet Batten’s mom was proud of him, identifying a disease and all. I used to tell my fifth graders they were all scientists. I believed it. They did, too. Perhaps someday one of them will identify a disease. Gosh, I’d be proud. Perhaps one of them will discover a cure – even prouder. Perhaps, someday, Batten Disease will come to pass.