Last night Josh and I had a long talk... As we discussed the situation we decided either God will heal my grandmother on this side of Heaven or he won't and he will take her home to be with him. In that statement I decided to begin to pray for comfort for my grandmother no matter what the situation may come to be.
This morning I rose to the normal crazy school morning in our house...Lunches to be made and kids to get going.
In the craziness of my morning there was glimmers of Gods grace, of his presence in our lives. Meccia was able to sleep through the night for the first time in three days. She woke up with a very low grade fever instead of the 103 temp she has been retaining over the past few days. I realized she is turning the corner to being well.
My phone rang shortly after I got Hali off to school and Josh out to Columbia. It was my mom. She called to tell me my grandmother who we all call Boog, who had brain surgery yesterday, had inspired her doctors as they made their rounds this morning.
This morning she should have been sore, barley awake, just realizing where she was and who everyone was, just getting back to herself. Instead she woke up and asked for coffee and some breakfast. She then asked if she could get up and sit in a chair and she DID!
As I heard the news God said to me in his oh so quiet voice COMFORT...He heard me he answered my prayer. She may not be healed but for now God is giving her comfort.
Today my cup runneth over. My blessings can not be measured!
Even though I walk
through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.
Psalm 23 4-6
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