Monday, November 27, 2017
Prayers for Bunkin
It turns out, when Adele' does something, she does it with gumption. So- when she fell off her bed with arm tangled in beam on the night of her birthday- she didn't just break an arm. She broke several bones in her arm. And, it turns out, after a midnight ride to the hospital, another trip a few hours later to a specialist and many twists and turns (very bad choice of words but too tired to change them) along the way that said breaks are those that are serious enough to warrant not just a set and cast but an actual surgery requiring anesthesia.
Surgery is scheduled for tomorrow evening and so, despite the single. solitary hour sleep pre-accident and the single hour of fitful sleep I got this morning after returning to the hospital, we have another fitful night ahead of us. I have spent the day holding things together with a brave and courageous smile with my girl and then bawled (and screamed) in Mama meltdown mode out in bathrooms and parking lots. It is a terrible thing to watch your child in a pain that you can not take away.
My mind has wandered and prayed over the many parents suffering those feelings in even more devastating ways today.
I am weary. I have very little brain power left, my eyes linger shut after every word and my fingers type through water so I will leave it at this. Modern medicine is a great and wonderful thing; I am grateful for this good gift that can help my girl find comfort in her pain but I admit, anesthesia is a fearful thing for me, particularly with the children of my heart.
The Lord wills and decrees all things and His providence is one that is good and right and I rest in this. I know this. I trust this. He knits together bones and strengthens sinews, He is the Master Physician. Would you pray for us, though, as we trust in His good, hard providence tomorrow? For my girl and that fragileness of health that surgery so clearly reminds us of? For her surgery and her anesthesia, that is be successful? For myself, that I bring God the glory as much in the sickness as in the health...in the waiting as in the result, in the trials as well as the triumphs, in the waiting and in the angst?
I'd be so grateful for them. xoxo