The best-laid plans...
...to see the opthamologist this Monday morning at 9 AM were thwarted by a Sunday evening visit to the ER. Annie's g-tube site became of concern to us when the skin around it turned a bright shade of red, and she developed a slight fever. By 1:30 AM this morning, we had given her the first dose of an antibiotic, and were finally getting everyone to bed. I couldn't bring myself to set the alarm for 5:30 to get ready and to get HER ready for the eye doctor, so we rescheduled for the next available appointment---in September. D'oh. But we did get down to Children's for some visits with Annie's rehab friends, and to get another EEG. The results of the EEG--besides the Christopher Lloyd hairdo--will be available tomorrow.
Andy went with me today while we made the rounds at the 'hostible,' as Annie used to call it. Andy--(okay, go ahead and ask the question why the heck Bill & I named one of our kids "Andy," and one of them "Annie." I never really thought of it until I they would both say, "huh?" when I called them.) Anyway, An-DEE is considering going into some kind of healthcare career beginning in his junior year of college next year, so I have a ready and willing helper for these trips to Children's. He gets to ask everyone questions, and I get another set of arms--and a good conversationalist in the waiting room.
So I was talking to Andy on the drive home about the nurse we ran into today who said, "You're the one with seven kids, right?" "Yeah, that's pretty much my identity in this world," I thought. She said, "I prayed for her and God has answered--she looks really good!" I told Andy I wish I could read all the prayers everyone has prayed for Annie. But even if I can't, the Bible says that the prayers of the saints ascend as incense before God. (Rev. 8:4) I pray that YOUR prayers ascend before God, and that He review them periodically just as a reminder that I want Him to keep healing Annie. I am aware that the God of the universe could have prevented this whole thing from happening in the first place, and we could all sit around a campfire all night and wonder why He didn't.
But even Job said in the Old Testament that he understood that God can do everything, and that no purpose of His can be withheld from Him. So I believe that even though I don't understand all the reasons why God allowed this to happen, He IS at work. And although my (or Annie's) physical health on this earth can't be my only or main objective in living life, or even my only prayer--I do continue to pray that God would heal her, and I am so thankful that you do too!
Jean