Prayers are conversations with God. We talk to Him about our hopes and desires. We praise Him and give thanks for the many blessings in our lives. And sometimes we ask him for things. Big things, small things, miraculous things. And sometimes he answers in a way that we don’t expect.
As you know, I’ve been asking God for a miraculous healing for my mother-in-law, Natalie.
Fiddledaddy and I spent the day at the hospital, waiting for test results to come back. Because we’re insane, we brought along our entourage, in the form of 3 high spirited children. Last night Emme and Cailey campaigned hard to be able to see their grandmother, and we obliged. We intended only to stay an hour or so, but the hour turned into 6 plus change. Precious family members came, and we hunkered down, sampling the hospital food cafe and all the vending machines on the 5th floor. I find it interesting that the cardiac care unit has an abundance of hydrogenated snacking options at every corner.
You can be sure that there was no shortage of drama, because at one point Jensen announced that he lost his pet lizard in the hospital room. The family knew this particular lizard is of the rubber variety. The nurse on duty, however, did not. There was also singing, with coordinated dance moves. And a daring plan to hijack our patient and take her home. But we could not fit her bed into the elevator.
When the children began swinging from the IV poles, it was determined that I should take them home, leaving Fiddledaddy to await news.
The doctor arrived a while after I left. My husband was there with two of his sisters, plus a sister-in-law. It seems that God has answered our prayers. But Natalie’s miraculous healing will occur in heaven. She has been diagnosed with late stage Lymphoma. Her doctor said that if it was his mother, he would take her home with hospice care, making her as comfortable as possible. My SIL, Cathy, had the unenviable task of heading over to her childhood house to tell her daddy, who had already left for the night, that his girlfriend of nearly 60 years is dying.
Many decisions will need to be made, and I don’t know how long she has. From her rapid decline, I would guess not long. I do know that this large group of people, my tribe, will pull together and surround this woman who is the very heart of this family. Never has it ever been so clear to me what a blessing it is to me that my husband made me a part of this family many years ago.
Fiddledaddy has been a solid rock through all of this. The kids took the news very hard. Especially Jensen who wailed long and loud. He is a boy who feels things very deeply. Through heaving sobs he made a tearful observation, “LIFE IS COMPLICATED.”
Indeed. But God’s grace and mercies will sustain us always.
Again, thank you for your continued prayers.
John 14: 1-3 “Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.”