EDIT: (9:05am) Please pray for my friend Amy and her husband Billy. They found out at their 20-week ultrasound (in Nov.) that their baby, Abigail, would not live. She has triploidy and stopped growing around 16 weeks. Amy has carried her almost full-term. Abigail’s heart stopped beating this week, and she’s with Jesus. Amy is being induced tonight at 7:00 to deliver Abigail. I doubt she’ll even get to hold her. Please pray for Amy and Billy. They are trusting so sweetly in God, but their hearts are breaking.
I desperately need to get the focus off myself and back where it belongs. My face is healing, my children are recovering, and I’m trying to pick up the pieces of our “normal” life. I don’t exactly feel up to the task. I was envisioning the Lenten season as a calm, happy, reflective time.
Seems God had a different sort of time in mind.
I’m asking you to pray for some sweet people today. First of all, many of you have followed Baby Cora’s story. She was 10 months old in January and battling an ear infection when she was diagnosed with stage 4 neuroblastoma (cancer). She died a couple weeks later, just 11 months old. Her first birthday is today, March 5th, and I can barely see through my tears to type these words. I don’t know Cora’s family personally, but I’ve fallen in love with them, and my heart hurts so badly for them. Please pray for them today, and let them know you are. Their strength in the midst of their pain is unreal. God’s grace is so evident in their lives. I can’t imagine how much they miss their darling girl.
And while you’re praying for Cora, please pray for Kara. We met Kara when we worked at a church camp a few years ago. She’s a beautiful 20-year-old girl who was in a terrible car accident one month ago today and just came home from the hospital. She has a long, long road ahead of her. She was supposed to be in Mexico on a missions trip this week, but instead, she’s confined to bed with broken bones and all kinds of injuries. Please pray for God to give her some extra-special encouragement today.
I feel overwhelmed. By my own little pitiful pain. By the pain and suffering I see all around me. By getting our taxes in order and my house cleaned for an out-of-town guest tomorrow, writing, getting the girls caught up on their schoolwork, wanting to make a difference, wanting to be less self-absorbed and more giving. Too overwhelmed to even list the rest. Too overwhelmed to even know what all is overwhelming me.
Some days I’m just plumb ready for Jesus to return.