Last night/Early this morning, I got a call from the mother of my godchildren. We had been playing phone tag and she finally got ahold of me at midnight--yes, I was sleeping. I figured she just wanted to chat and this was an "I'll call you back tomorrow" call. It wasn't. We talked about how things were going with them. She started telling me about doctors appointments for the kids.
My precious Kaleb has a form of Autism called Aspergers. He has some problems in social settings especially being bullied. Anyway, he's had some problems with his lazy eye and it turns out that his brain has actually turned that eye off. BUT, the God-thing is that his vision in that eye, is 20/20! This is SUCH a blessing, friends. You see, if he didn't have perfect vision in this eye, they couldn't do surgery to fix it. Since he does have perfect vision in that eye, they CAN fix it! Praise the Lord! And yet, in spite of this great news, she was about to tell me something that would keep me up half the night and not have a good night's sleep when I did finally get to sleep.
My sweet little Trinity has been having some trouble lately. Trouble with her endocrine system, to be specific--and that's as specific as I need to be. All-in-all, the doctors had to do an x-ray and if it comes back showing that her "bone age" is more than 8, she could have a tumor. Benign or not, this is a huge burden.
Last night, I kept telling Holly, Trinity's mom, we need to start praying and we don't need to stop.
"Always be joyful.
Never stop praying.
Be thankful in all circumstances,
for this is God's will for you
who belong to Christ Jesus."
--1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
After we hung up, I was going to talk to God. I really like praying at night when I'm in bed. I used to think falling asleep while praying was something terrible, but now I love falling asleep in the arms of my Lord. It's probably my favorite thing. But this time, I couldn't find the words to express my feelings or distress. It's still hard for me to know what I really want to say. Part of me wants to explode and ask God why He would do this to my little Trinity. And the other part of me knows that there's no point. There's no point in getting mad and asking "why?". I've learned from experience that it doesn't help. So what did I pray, you ask? It went a little something like this:
Father, I need you more than ever right now.
God, I'm praying for my sweet goddaughter,
Trinity Celeste Tucker. I'm interceding on her behalf
to ask You, the God of the Universe,
Jehovah Rophi--God who Heals,
to put your Healing Hand on her little body.
I'm asking for a complete healing. I want the doctor's to
scratch their heads in disbelief. I want your power
to be SO evident that there isn't any doubt of
who is at work. Father, Trinity has such a heart for you.
She loves talking about you and to you. She is
amazed by you. I wish I had her faith. I'm begging
You to heal her completely. May all the glory go to You.
We will praise no one other than the
One who created her. But overall, Father, I pray that
Your Will Be Done.
Thank You, Father. I love you.
Amen.
My belief is in the power of the Lord. May He be glorified through this trial and may He heal my sweet little Trinity. I believe He can.
I believe...
