As most of you know, my daughter (her story) was diagnosed ( the actual diagnosis) with a heart (hearing the murmur) defect a little over a month ago. We kicked it into high gear to get her to Mayo in Rochester as soon as possible. From what I’ve been told, it’s nothing serious as of yet (a little later in life the complications would be more detrimental), but as a mother, the thought of one of my children being unhealthy in a way that requires hospitalization and/or surgery just does not sit well with me. I’m sure this is true of most mothers.
Anyway, the appointment scheduled for tomorrow, but upon hearing from Mayo today with some concerns, the appointment got rescheduled for next month.
I. Was. Not. Okay!
Another whole month of waiting.
And waiting is not my forte!
I am not a patient person especially when it comes to something such as this.
I will be okay. She will be okay.
Over the last month I have been fraught with worry. Between her medical concern, my youngest daughter’s latest injury that resulted in 5 stitches on top of her foot, and the daily goings-on around my house, my mind has been completely engaged 24/7.
No. Such. Thing.
As I said though, she will be okay. I will be okay.
The worry that has been a constant since I found out about her condition, was finally laid to rest last night. During my nightly Bible reading (I am presently reading the Book of Luke), some verses really hit close to home:
Luke 8: 49-50….“While He was still speaking, someone came from the ruler of the synagogues house saying to him, ‘your daughter is dead. Do not trouble the Teacher.’ But when Jesus heard it, He answered him saying, “do not be afraid, only believe and she will be made well.”
I read that passage a couple of times. The words sank deep into my heart and I felt such a peace come over me. I usually read propped up in bed in the evening which was exactly where I was when I read that passage. As I said, I felt such a peace settle into my heart and I jumped up from my bed, a big smile and tears streaming down my cheeks as I hurried into the dining room where my husband was. I stood there, crying and smiling at the same time as I told him: “She’s going to be okay. Honey, she’s going to be okay.” He looked at me like I was temporarily insane, then he nodded and said, “yes, I know.”
Okay, you first have to understand that we had been in a disagreement earlier in the day and some of the animosity still lingered so the exchange was somewhat awkward, but the peace I felt in my heart remained. I went back to our room to continue my reading and he finished what he was doing on the computer.
Although the appointment got rescheduled, my heart is still at peace. When she does go to her appointment….She Will Be Okay.
In the mean-time, I know that God is with us. With her. Always.