Today is Sunday. And I have a story to share. If you are not of the “religious” type, please don’t be offended by my writing. The events were just so moving, that I need to share.
On Friday evening, when we were preparing George to be admitted again…I was starting to doubt myself. We went into this surgery, knowing that there were risks, but knowing that George’s health would benefit if we could get through the difficult spots.
When the doctor came in and started talking about the effects of starvation and his body’s response to the week’s activities, I was second-guessing myself. I was concerned about my son and what our decisions may have done. I was in a bit of a dark place.
I texted my Prairie Mama friends, Sarah and Katie. I wanted them to know what was going on, and asked for their prayers. And they quickly replied. They were saying prayers for George, and they would have those around them do the same.
After having slept for 22 out of 24 hours, George woke up shortly after. He started playing a bit and ate a whole freezee. It was an answer to a prayer, and the answer was loud and clear.
It was the only thing he had that evening, but it was good enough for me. It was a sign from God that, although we were going through some trials and tribulations, we were where we needed to be. We were being cared for and prayed for and, with time, all would be well.
Since then, I have realized that prayers are not just coming from North Dakota, or our family. Prayers have been pouring in from around cyber-space. Our family has just grown exponentially. And I would like to thank you.
I know that George is destined for great things. And he has a great start…bringing us all together.
My prayer for today: Dear Heavenly Father, thank You for all of the blessings you have bestowed upon us today. Please watch over my son, as he takes on today’s challenges and accomplishes great things. Help him feel comfort and love throughout the day, give him the strength to overcome his fear of drinking and take away the pain that stands in his way. Wrap my son in Your arms, and let Your love wash over him. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen