An Afternoon in the ER

                No one purposely goes down THAT road.  The road called “If only…”  We know it is pointless.  But around 12:30 this afternoon, I started my trek down THAT road. 

                 

                We had a great morning with our church family hunting Easter eggs!  We sang songs about Jesus, ate some yummy food, and laughed with each other.  It was a joyous two hours.

                We came home, and I decided to make a grilled cheese sandwich for Faith.  Timmy had fallen into a deep sleep on the car ride to our house, so he was upstairs.  That is when it happened.  I was slicing cheese with our grater, and Faith decided to insert her finger in the grater below the block of cheese.  I can’t describe the feeling as I pushed down.  It turns my stomach.

                I will spare you details, but we ended up calling 911 and were rushed to the ER.  Well, Faith and I went.  Jeff stayed at home until Pastor Dave could come get Timmy. 

                We were there for four hours.  Faith was bleeding for 3 of them.  The Doctors finally had to put a chemical on her fingertip to basically burn the skin closed to stop the bleeding.  It was pretty terrible.  My sweet sweet Faith will forever be missing the tip of her left pointer finger.  In the middle of the pain she said “Bye Bye Doctors… mama go home” (meaning I WANT TO GO HOME!).  There was a moment of laughter amidst the seriousness in the room.  God is so good to do that! 

                She was so brave.  She would cry, call out for Mama and Dada, but she would be so brave.  She now has a pink bandage on that is clean and dry!  We put a pink bandage on her bunny too.   

                Last night I wrote on my hand “Trust In Yahweh” as I dealt with insecurities and small stresses in my life.   I didn’t know what today would hold, but as the events unfolded, I was able to look at my hand covered in my daughter’s blood and “Trust in Yahweh” captured my attention again and again.  It was my anchor.  Yahweh was my anchor.  Yahweh IS my anchor.  Yahweh will ALWAYS be my anchor.  

                So right now, as I am coming down from an emotional rollercoaster, and as sweet Faith is sleeping on a mattress in our bedroom, I choose to trust Jesus.  Today I felt the helplessness of a parent whose child is in great pain.  (ha- interestingly the day before we celebrate the Resurrection of Christ) Today I realized (probably for the first time) that my daughter is not MINE, but entrusted to me for a season.  She is Yahweh’s.  She was His from the moment she was conceived.  She is a gift, and a precious one at that.  

                Please pray for us tonight.  Pray that her pain is managed by the medicine.   Pray that Jeff and I would have insight into her needs over these next few days.  Pray that I would keep my eyes upon Christ.  And pray against the temptation to go down THAT road.   It only leads to death.