This morning I am sitting on my couch, wrapped in my favorite blanket, listening to my sweet baby breathe deeply through the monitor, while songs of my Savior echo in the background. It is calm in my home. Hubs has yet to get his sleepy feet on the floor. Just me and my thoughts.
My experience with trials really began with Gavin, and his health complications. Prior to that my life had trivial "problems", the day to day annoyances anyone encounters. I am not sure if it is just a part of getting older, or if I notice the hard stuff more now because of our journey. Either way I am very aware that this world is not our home. It is imperfect. It is hard.
Over the last three weeks we have had encounters with families going through the hard unknowns of a complicated pregnancy, or having complications with their little one still in utero. A few weeks ago, we got a email that my sweet greatest uncle Dean has stage 4 lung cancer, as well as lesions on his brain, and bones. Cancer - an ugly word that recently took my loving uncle Verny home to his Heavenly Father. This world is not our home, there is a new one coming.
For now, we wait on The Lord and pray He will heal the sick and the hurting. That He will hold the mommies awake at 3am, Googling answers about the diagnosis for their baby. Praying that He will heal the fighters battling cancer.
On Friday, February 21 - we will be at the U again for a follow-up MRI for Gavin. We are praying that the fluid that was on his spine is gone, and that the hole on the top of his skull has closed. Praying for wisdom as they advise whether or not he will need surgery soon to fuse the vertebrae in his lower back, or if we will wait for a few more years. Will you pray with us?
The next day we will be going to the U of M dance marathon to share our story. I would covet your prayers as I speak to potentially 1000s of children, parents, college students, and athletes. I also ask that you pray for all of the heroes fighting in the hospital right now. Never thought we would be a "miracle family", but we will wear our shirts with honor!
Sorry for the heavy post, but this blog is a reflection of my heart - and it is heavy today.
Thank Heavens for my little sunspot!