“I am making everything new!… Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.” Rev. 21:5
This week Rhema’s doctor decided to stop treating her for lead poisoning. Her lead level is currently at 17, which is still higher than the normal range of 0 to 9. But chelation therapy has its risks and doctors don’t feel it’s necessary to treat her unless her numbers go up into the 20’s. They will continue to monitor her every couple months.
When Rhema began chelation therapy I read up on it. Those of us in the autism community are familiar with the controversy surrounding its use. (In our case, of course, it was used to treat lead poisoning, not autism.) Chelation is based on a Greek word which means “claw.” During treatment a chemical grabs and binds to heavy metals in the blood/body (hence the word “claw”). The metals are then flushed out (in the urine). How this reminds me of the nature of Christ – to bind Himself to us and our corrupt, broken-down places. A Divine chelating agent, able to filter and wholly cleanse the blood with His Own.“Surely He took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows… But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed.” Is. 53: 4,5.
The company hired to delead the house also finished the job this week, and the house passed its final inspection by the state. Windows were replaced, walls were scraped and covered with encapsulating paint, woodwork was stripped on the inside and out, doors were dipped, the stairs were re-carpeted. Rhema’s room was completely redone with new trim, and the lead-filled box beneath her window that she liked to climb in has been replaced with a sealed bench. The entire house was cleaned, purged, and specially dusted multiple times to make sure all traces of lead were removed.
We have moved back in, and it’s a relief to know that the house is safe for my girls. I don’t have to fret every time Rhema puts her fingers in her mouth. The house feels different, simpler, less cluttered. The wall hangings and drapes are still packed away in boxes.
I have joked throughout this process that nobody worried about the poor mama. Rhema’s blood has been tested a bajillion times for lead. Hope was tested. Inspectors spent hours and hours testing every nook and cranny of this old house. But no one bothered to see if the crazy mother was poisoned. (Brandon assured me that as long as I stop licking the baseboards I should be fine).
Even so, I am being deleaded.
My home, my family, my marriage – everything I have has been subjected to a decontamination process.
It hurts to be exposed, gutted, purged and stripped. There’s toxic stuff in places I never knew was there.
But we are not condemned. I believe it. Instead, He’s giving us new.
And it’s good, so good to be painted over in the encapsulating grace of God.