Things You Don't Want to Hear

Some dear friends have just heard words put in a diagnosis to their child that no parent should hear:  Cerebral Palsy.

But what did God hear?

Nothing that suprised Him.  Nothing that alarmed Him.  He was not scared or shaken.

I've grown to hate those two words for many reasons - it's an umbrella diagnosis where doctors dump what they can't explain; it sounds like a death sentence;  it carries a huge stigma;  they are not pretty words like Lilac or Persephone.

Lord, change my heart that when I hear  "CP" I see angels rejoicing and butterflies flying and choirs singing.  Let "CP" mean "God's Chosen" to me.

Home

I have enough energy to let you know we are home. Chris does have gall bladder trouble made worse by the viral infection he battled last week. He is in no immediate danger and has some good meds to handle pain so we will treat slowly.

Thank you Lord for your provision.

Thank you Lord for sending Dwight to pray - the words you gave Dwight prepared Chris to come home knowing you would take care of him.

Thank you for friends who visited the hospital and made us feel protected.

Thank you those who texted to let us know life would still go on.

Thank you for chocolate and diet coke and their delivery driver.

Thank you for the rest you are sending tonight.

Thank you for Father Jim and his visits to encourage Chris.

Thank you for Adam and Kristen and coffee. They made Chris smile.

Thank you for cheese burgers - who knew so much fat could bring so much joy - if just for a little bit!

Thank you for friends who look after our precious daughter.

Thank you for friends who feed us!

Thank you for family far away who lift us in prayer.

Thank you for your love, God. We are never alone.