in the Waiting Room, part 2

There are things that should make you cry... a funeral, a broken arm, Saving Private Ryan.

and then there are things that shouldn't make you cry... changing a dirty diaper, dishes, people talking at a graduation ceremony. And yet, all three of these things have sent me over the edge these past two weeks, weeping for hours. It's fairly obvious that I am stressed out about D's surgery... and since it's only two days away, the stress levels are skyrocketing.

So, we left the house. We started the dishwasher, put another load in the washing machine, and Little Man and I escaped to a coffee shop. I'm drinking a smoothie and he's smiling at me. Right now, I don't care that we're missing an afternoon nap. I don't care that my house needs vacuuming and that the cat is probably plotting revenge on our entire family since we left her alone... again... after being gone all weekend. Sometimes you just have to run away.

My Little Man, smiling at Garden Cafe. 

We're two days away from surgery... less than 48 hours... so our fear is increasing and our stress levels are soaring. Last Friday, we met with the surgeon and he seems competent and confident. We met with nurses who assured us that on the scale of 1 to Oh Dear God!, D's heart surgery is right in between life-threatening and oh-he'll-grow-out-of-it. So he's more serious than not serious and not as serious as super serious.

So we pray. and we pray. and we pray some more. And we want God to reassure us, to tell us why, to promise us that D will be okay. But He doesn't. We ask God to give us a glimpse of D's future, to explain His purposes, to tell us how He will use this. But He won't. We pray for God to heal, to restore proper pulse ox levels, to give surprising reports from the doctors. But He hasn't.

When D has appointments, we always dress him in shirts that say,
"Mommy's Little Hero," "Daddy's All-star," "Little Champ," etc.  

He has shown us that He hears us. M and I pray for D every night before bed. We've prayed for God to heal him from "the top of his head to the bottom of his feet." We've prayed for God to "cover him with the breastplate of righteousness." and we sing "Jesus loves me... little ones to Him belong, they are weak but He is strong." When we've taken him forward for prayer at church, people have asked God to heal D from "the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, " to "cover him with the breastplate of righteousness" and they've asked us to sing Jesus Loves Me over him. Each of those moments has felt like Jesus saying, "I hear you. I am with you every night when you pray over D."

and God has healed a part of D's heart... he used to have a hole between the upper chambers of his heart. It has closed which has given the surgeon the option of rerouting the left superior vena cava externally. (In his words, "if God gives you a tunnel, you use it. But if he hasn't, then it's better not to make one.")

and God has shown us one good thing that has already come from this... I can't say too much, you'll just have to ask my sister. ;)

But when we ask God why He didn't complete the healing, or why D has had to suffer to bring good things to other people, or why all of this had to happen in the first place; God says "I'm building D's testimony. It's his story. I hear you and I'm with you. That's enough."

and we're trying to let it be. Since the day David was born, we have prayed that God would use him to build His kingdom. But that's scary because we don't get to specify how or when or where. We don't get to specify the terms of D's life... and God never promises us safety... only that He will be with us.

 So I'm scared for Thursday... we love our Little Man so much that's it's hard to think about the possibility of losing him. And it would be much easier if we had a faith that believed that God only let good things happen to His children. But we don't. and He doesn't. So we will trust God when He says "I hear you and I am with you" and we will continue to believe that God is diligent in His goodness, in spite of our fear.