We have been so blessed with four wonderful children. We have been spared so many scrapes, breaks and bruises that I know God's army must literally be incredible buffers to my crew! Recently I posted that our middle son won the First To Get Stitches Award! Not an award he was seeking!
He has been so brave through this whole trial. When it first happened, his biggest concern was if he was going to get to go to one of his best buddies birthday party. That was even before I took him to the emergency care facility! He was brave during the prep before the stitches, shots and all!
We were sailing along really well until Tuesday, when I noticed that the cut was somewhat red around the stitches! I thought perhaps that meant it was time to take them out or that he might have a bit of an infection. The Dr. thought that the stitches did not need to come out and that he did have an infection. She gave us an antibiotic and warned us that if there were any changes, he should be seen immediately.
On Wednesday evening, right before we left for church, he commented that his foot was hurting. I checked it and it was the ugly red! The stitches were puckering and it looked much different than even that morning. I was beside myself. I'm not a hysterical woman, but this is my baby!
Immediately, I felt so sad for him, because I didn't want him to hurt. I called several people to pray for us and called my pediatrician. She asked us to go to one of the larger hospitals in Dallas. She even gave me her private cell number! That way, if they admitted him, she could get to him quickly. There is just something about thinking your child is going to be admitted to the hospital that puts you on your knees!
After waiting several hours in the ER, we were finally seen, and then seen again and so on, and so on! Finally after six people saw him, (each time, his foot looked better) they decided that he had had an allergic reaction to something! Is God a healing God or what?! They sent us home to take some Benedryl! Today he is resting and watching a movie and we continue to see his foot get better.
To sum it all up, I would say that this was one of those God opportunities that my children got to see God be real! We "know" that God heals, but this time, they got to SEE God heal! We are so thankful to a healing and powerful God!
I'm ashamed to say that I forget this from time to time! I pray that in the days to come, I will continue to praise God and trust Him in all circumstances!
"Bless (affectionately, gratefully praise) the Lord, O my soul, and forget not [one of] all His benefits. Who forgives [every one of] all your iniquities, Who heals [each one of ] all your diseases, Who redeems your life from the pit and corruption, Who beautifies, dignifies, and crowns you with loving-kindness and tender mercy..."
I'm so glad that I serve an awesome, loving God. He heard our cry and delivered us from a bad situation. I know sometimes, God says no. I know that His ways are higher than mine, but I will say, I'm so glad that He has said yes and my fella is better today.
I pray that today, the Lord would heal all your diseases and bring you comfort. I pray that you would find hope where these is none to see! I pray that the God of all comfort would comfort you and that you would know that you are precious in His sight and that He loves you!
Hilltop Blessings to You!