Well, this is it…..probably my last quiet moment alone with my thoughts before we head to Birmingham on Tuesday. Bryan and the big kids are at church, Neely’s belly is full and she is snoozing away in her sweet little bed…..
I’ve had a piece of leftover birthday cake for breakfast and I am now ready to conquer the world….well, maybe not the world, but at least the dirty dishes littering the kitchen counters.
Bryan joked this morning that I was praying for everyone, even the phlebotomist. I said, “Do you mean the perfusionist?” Ha! Then I had to look up what a phlebotomist does! Heck, Neely might have one of those too! It appears they work in a lab and draw blood, among other things.
Can I be honest with you and admit that, in my weakness, I need all of you…
I need you to cover us in prayer because I feel as if the only name I can lift up is my sweet Neely’s.
I know all the people/things/circumstances I want to pray for but the words just don’t form.
All I pray over and over is for God to protect my sweet girl, to protect her heart, her lungs, each and every inch of her. I pray for God to bring her through her surgery with flying colors…to allow me to bring my sweet, precious girl home, to live out the rest of her years in this wild, crazy house. I pray for God to continue to bless our lives with her presence and for Him to grant her many days on this earth.
I pray that she will suffer no pain, that even during the mundane, easy processes like getting an IV or having blood drawn, that God will wrap her up in His arms, sing to her sweetly and she will only know the comfort that comes from the Father.
I pray that when she looks into our eyes as we snuggle her that one last time before surgery, that she will see nothing but love. That she will see no fear in the eyes of her Mommy and Daddy, that she will only see the immense love that we feel for her.
Please pray for us….pray:
- that we get off to Birmingham with a peaceful spirit. That I leave all frustration behind, that my nerves are calm as I pack and prepare. Please pray that I am kind to my husband…he often bears the brunt of my stress.
- that my Mom has a peaceful, fun time here with my other little ones. That they behave for her and that her knee injury continues to heal and not cause her pain.
- that my friend Regena, who will keep Ethan for part of the time, is blessed by his presence and not ready to pull her hair out. 🙂
- that our other little ones, have such a fun time while we are gone that there are no tears because they miss Mommy and Daddy.
- that our cardio thoracic surgeon, Dr. Robert Dabal (pronounced day-bull) has a good night’s rest on Tuesday and that he eats his Wheaties on Wednesday morning (ha!).
- the same for Neely’s perfusionist. That he is on his AAAAAA++++ game on Wednesday morning. He will be the one in charge of the bypass machine that keeps Neely alive during the time of her surgery when her heart will be stopped. I really want to give the perfusionist a big hug, but pretty sure that is not allowed…germs and all, you know….
- that her surgery is without complications. That it is a textbook case, no need for a pacemaker, no leaky valves, that she easily transitions off of the bypass machine.
- for God’s Spirit to bring peace to our hearts as we wait, and wait and wait on Wednesday during surgery. Pray that we are able to keep our wits about us and know that we have no control but that God has it ALL under control.
- for a speedy recovery time for Neely with no issues….that she will eat like a champ after surgery, full of energy and ready to go home!
- that no matter the outcome, we give God all the glory! It is His alone! God has had a plan for Neely since before time began and we want to always give Him the glory for what He does in and through our sweet girl.
2 Corinthians 1:8- 11
“We do not want you to be uninformed brothers about the hardships we suffered in the province of Asia. We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure, so that we despaired even of life. Indeed, in our hearts we felt the sentence of death. But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God, who raises the dead. He has delivered us from such a deadly peril, and He will deliver us. On Him we have set our hope that He will continue to deliver us, as you help us by your prayers. Then many will give thanks on our behalf for the gracious favor granted us in answer to the prayers of many.”