Let me tell you a little something about prayer. It works. It's simple. All you need is faith. I know the Lord hears, and answers our prayers.
Last month, I asked for a miracle. You were getting a fever, the second one between this last chemo, which meant this time, it could be something serious, an infection, or maybe you picked up a virus from the doctors office, or hospital. Eitherway, there were two things I knew at 10 o'clock on saturday night: You had low counts, and wouldn't be able to fight off what ever it was alone, and I was gonna have to take you to Little Rock if it continued to rise. A three hour drive in the middle of the night, with a seriously ill child is not something I felt like I could do, physically, or emotionally. Daddy couldn't handle that either. While I went to get new batteries for our thermometer he came in quitely to tuck you in, and while you were fast asleep he felt your warm forehead, and gave you a blessing. I got home and took your temp--100. Fevers, in my experience don't go down on their own. I texted my mom and Gunnisons mom. They both told me they would pray for a miracle. I waited 30 mins, then grabbed the thermometer, wondering if it was time to get my stuff together once again, for the third hospital visit in 2 weeks.
Before going into your room I stopped and got on my knees and asked my Heavenly Father to grant us a miracle, that your fever would go down, that you wouldn't have an infection or virus, and that we could stay home until wednesday when we'd have to go for your next chemo. I got up and took your temperature--99.2. It never went back up that weekend.
This was not the first time, nor the last. But it is a clear and immediate example to me that we are not left abandonded here to fight this fight alone. Your Heavenly Father is watching out for you. And although he didn't see fit to take it all away, He is watching over your healing, one small miracle at a time.
