My friend asked me yesterday how I was holding in there. I won’t speak for the Queen, because she does that so eloquently by herself, but I told him I felt like a sieve – a few solid places but mostly holes. The roller-coaster life of PICU seems to beat more out of us than we knew we had.
Prayer Requests of the Morning:
1. The docs gave us tough news yesterday regarding Maggie’s condition and recovery possibilities. We want to be emotionally honest enough to accept those as reality while faith-filled enough to pray to the One who defines Reality.
2. No more clots, “events,” or other medical issues.
3. That we get a definitive, no-doubts-left diagnosis. This is, hands down, the most frustrating part right now. If we don’t know what caused it, how can we prevent it in the future?
4. That God would pour out His goodness, kindness, mercy, generosity, and love on those who have poured out their goodness, kindness, mercy, generosity, and love on us. I type this as a dear friend-who-is-family drives home at 3am because he wanted to let us sleep a little. One of a thousand examples.
5. That Maggie’s story, no matter the plot of the future chapters, would be a testimony to...
His concern for physical and spiritual orphans
The true nature of His redeemed people, the church, among a culture and narrative that is fraught with skepticism, cynicism, and defensiveness
On that note, I want to get to the place where Psalm 69.6 is a prayer, pleading that we would live faithfully so as to bolster and not upset the faith of others. “Let not those who hope in you be put to shame through me, O Lord GOD of hosts; let not those who seek you be brought to dishonor through me, O God of Israel.”
Honestly, those moments are few and far between. Mostly I’m living in Psalm 71.12 – “O God, be not far from me; O my God, make haste to help me!”