Last night at church my precious son asked his Awana friends and leaders to pray for me, while they were huddled in a prayer circle. What an honor and a blessing to know that you were prayed for by such a large group of people. I was in a neighboring city ER room waiting on lab results (that produced no answers, by the way). I've been having some health issues in which I convinced myself would simply go away. They haven't...and, well, I'm taking these issues a little more seriously today. I'm the most stubborn person I know. I've been more worried about having a hospital bill and how that would effect my family, than I've been about my own well being. I've realized that I can't take care of my family (my wrecked home is proof of that..oy vey.) if I'm not well.
Unfortunately, my children were the only ones here when I experienced a sudden burst of abdominal pain, that intensified with every step and breath that I took. This is added on to things that have been developing for quite a while. I was taken by ambulance to the hospital, and my children were left at home with a local police officer while they waited for someone to pick them up (At least we gave our tiny town something to talk about today...insert eye roll). Seeing their faces as I was taken from our home was torturing. I immediately regretted my choice to go to the hospital when I had to say goodbye to them. Once I was discharged from the hospital, we headed right over to church to pick the babes up. I put on a happy face and told my beautiful three that mommy just had a little tummy ache and the doctor made me feel better. This sufficed, and it was as if nothing had happened. I'm amazed at the resiliency children are capable of. It's a blessing. Gabriel told me about his prayer request, and went on further to say that when he was having a hard time staying focused on his Awana work, he found comfort in the verse I had written in the Bible we gave him for Christmas (Jeremiah 29:11) and thanked me for doing so. That statement nearly took my breath away, and I fought back tears that I am unable to fight back as I type this out. I was full of fear and was completely distraught last night, and the Lord used my son to remind me of His promises. Today, I am ready to find out what I've got, and conquer it. Praying that, in the end, I will be able to look back and be completely ashamed for over reacting. :0)
I must add that I am extremely proud of our smallest one today. She stayed in Cubbies last night all by herself (without Darrell or I, that is)...which was a first! She even recited a Bible verse back to her leader....also a first. That is a HUGE accomplishment for our little sweet pea. I hope we can get her to stay next week! :0)
Relishing in His goodness...
