The events of last year's failed test are ever present in all of our minds, as are the faces of our precious neurology nurses who were truly scared Wyatt wouldn't survive.
Last Sunday I had such a sweet Mother's Day as K&A took me to dinner and then to get dessert from Cheesecake Factory which we ate on our tailgate overlooking the city. We could have talked about anything, but these sweet girls wanted to talk about Friday. They asked all of the hard questions that darkness somehow makes it easier to ask, as I prayed...
"Lord please take away any fear or anxiety they have. Let them know you've got this".
Maybe that prayer was really for myself.
This past Friday Wyatt turned 12 years old. His birthdays are always special...On his 5th birthday we learned he had horrible eyesight & he got glasses. We learned he was having seizures a few weeks shy of his 6th birthday & on his 6th birthday he suffered a major concussion and spent most of the day at Children's with post-concussive headaches. He was baptized on his 8th birthday. His 10th birthday was spent in Uganda. This boy of ours has always kept us on our toes!
But I completely expect Friday to be uneventful. -Surely lighting won't strike twice, right?- for now the knot in my stomach remains, and probably will until we are home and Wyatt is safely recovered.
Lord help my unbelief. Give me greater faith.
Very sweet friends of ours are battling their daughter's cancer, and just this week she had to have unexpected surgery to remove a brain tumor. Her mother's prayer before the surgery was from the song 10,000 Reasons, "let me be singing when the evening comes".
As our sweet boy and tons of other 1st-6th graders sang this same song at our worship service this morning tears poured down my face.
I ask for the same, Lord please let us {still} be singing when {Friday} evening comes.
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