Friday, March 1, 2013

A sick little girl!

I left my house early this morning to drive to Jacksonville to see a friend and her baby girl.  Typically, this is something Dan would do but I just felt a tugging to go myself.  He prayed with the family over the phone but I got to make the visit.  I'm so glad I did.  The mom was weary.  She had not eaten today.  Her sweet baby hasn't had a bite to eat in over 7 days due to a hematoma in her intestines.  So, my friend can't eat in front of her.  She holds her most of the day.  Which means she doesn't get to eat.  So, I offered to take her and let her go eat.  I wasn't sure she would come to me.  We all know that when a baby is sick, all they want is their mama!  But, I pulled a mommy trick out of the bag and pulled out my Elmo Calls App on my phone.  She came right to me.  I'd like to think it was because she knew she could trust me but I think the sweet baby was just too tired to fight. 
So, we rocked and talked to Elmo on Facetime.  As we rocked, I prayed for her.  I fought back tears.  She turns 2 in April and has spent more time in hospitals than most anyone I know.  It started with a previously undetected heart issue on the day she was born.  Since then, she has been in and out of hospitals.  One of those visits included a heart surgery. She's a tough one!

But, so is her momma!  She has 4 year old twin boys at home.  She misses them terribly.  But, she knows she is where she needs to be.  She has barely slept this week.  She is exhausted.  She is worried.  She is lonely.  She misses her husband, her kids, her parents and her friends.  But, she is doing what a good mom does.  She is taking care of the one who needs her most.  

After Rachel scarfed down the few bites of food she had, she rushed back to check on her baby.  She was fine.  She even laughed a few times at Elmo.  That silly Elmo...he always knows how to make a little one feel better.  She didn't make a move towards her mom so I told Rachel to take a shower while I was there to hold her.  Rachel took me up on that offer because she didn't "know if she would have another chance."  So, we rocked more.  I prayed more.  I watched a tube carry yucky bile out of her belly.  I watched her heart rate on the monitor.  I wondered why I thought my week had been so terrible after all. 

Tonight, I'm home in my bed.  My boys are tucked in and sleeping soundly in theirs.  We are all under one roof.  We are healthy.  We are together.  

When you read this, pray for my friend.  I'm asking God for true rest for her tonight.  She is so tired.  She needs to be strong for her baby girl.  It is hard with no sleep.  I'm asking God to heal that sweet baby and to sustain her momma!  He can do both of those, ya know?  Join me in asking Him, okay?

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Maybe he won't be an artist!

Jonah was never and still isn't the kid who likes to sit and color or draw.  He will do an art project but it isn't his most favorite thing.  Micah has always enjoyed any kind of art project.  I was convinced he was our little artist.  Until I saw these two pictures on the bulletin board in the nursery.  Miller (7 weeks older than Micah) is on top.  Micah is on bottom. 

 I'm thinking we won't be the family who has the kid at college on a full ride for the art department!

Monday, February 25, 2013


After I picked Jonah up from school today, we ran to Publix to grab a few things.  As we passed their bins of Buy One Get One free items, I picked up a couple of things.  Jonah said "Are these free?"  I told him no and explained BOGO to him.  (We have had countless conversations with him over the last few months about how everything costs money!)  We made our way down the diary aisle while weaving in and out of employees stocking the shelves.  He was a little bit ahead of me when he turned and said "Mommy, is Heaven the only free thing?"  I said "Well, yes?  I guess it is?"  He said "the cross was free too!"  I said "No, the cross cost Jesus a lot."  He said "Yeah, I think about that a lot!"  And, then he asked why we never buy hot dogs?  And, that was that.  He moved on.  But, it was just a glimmer of hope that the Holy Spirit is working in his heart.  

Life around our house has been a little difficult the last couple of weeks.  Life is hard.  Ministry is hard.  Combine those two and sometimes you get just plain 'ole heartache!  We've been discouraged.  We wonder if we make a difference.  We even wonder what the point is.  But, our greatest little mission field is getting it.  He is connecting the dots that we have so diligently tried to place in front of him.  We've prayed so hard that our boys would come to know Jesus early.  And, with Jonah, I think we are close.  That little conversation on Aisle 1 of Publix today reminded me that I can't give up.  Not with him...not with anyone!


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