Yesterday, at one point, she asked me to pray for her because her pain was so bad. La Petite Belle never really asks us to pray for her. We pray for her every day, but this time it was more of a desperate plea from her to me. Of course, I prayed.
Her pain subsided for a little while. She has moments where she’s okay. They just happen to be small, short moments throughout the day.
Bright Spot #1: Her pain was gone for a brief moment.
Bright Spot #2 came later.
The nurse came in and said that we had visitors … friends of friends. I peeked out of our window, but had no idea who they were. La Petite Belle was nauseous and not up for visitors, so I stepped out of the room.
Two lovely ladies stood there with gift bags filled with cards and stuffed animals. Turns out a local church, where Beau knows the pastors, gathered these things together for her. One of the pastors showed up a few days ago with a stuffed animal and prayed for La Petite Belle. She was having a good day that day and was able to really talk to him. I thought that was such a sweet gesture.
But, afterwards, that pastor went back to his church and had all his kids praying for La Petite Belle. They each made her cards and put gifts together for her. But, what one of the ladies proceeded to tell me next brought me to tears.
One of the kids said that he felt that God wanted him to give her this envelope.
This was all this kid had. And, as Jesus spoke about the woman being blessed, I know that God will honor this boy’s giving and bless him also.
Let’s call that last part Bright Spot #3 because it was such an unexpected act of kindness.
La Petite Belle especially loved the giant monkey at the top of her bed here. At one point, during her pain, she was sitting up and squeezing that monkey with all she had.
We are so grateful to everyone who is supporting us and helping to carry us through this. Saying “we are grateful” or “thank you” really just doesn’t seem to express how deep our gratitude is.
We are continuing to trust God with every core of our being. He is good. His plans are always for good. He is our Healer. He loves us. He loves my sweet baby girl more than I can even imagine.
I don’t understand this. I don’t know why this is happening. I don’t know what God’s up to.
All I can do is keep trusting in who He says He is and how He’s proven Himself to be faithful in the past, not only to others, but to my family and to me.
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