Tonight was a toughy. A nightly routine we have is to pray as a family before putting the children to bed. Usually this happens in the girls' room with us "piled" together. We follow prayer time with all kinds of kisses and hugs and laughter and giggles and even some tickles! We like to be together.
So, tonight was James' night to pray. He's got Mondays since he's the firstborn. (Many years ago there was much controversy over who got to do it on what night. We came up with a simple solution . . . Monday-James, Tuesday-Jacob, Wednesday-Jared, and now Hannah has been added to Thursday and Sarah to Friday.) Back to tonight's prayer time with James. I'm cuddling Sarah in my arms and listening to James as he so beautifully brings requests and praises before our precious Lord. There are times I am overwhelmed with what is going on the minds of our children. Tonight was one of those times. Many many evenings, petitions for my health have gone before Him. The requests have been many from healing to freedom from pain to "clear" CT Scan to . . . well, you know. As James came upon my name and asking for there to be "no more cancer ever", I was hit hard. Here's my nearly 16 year-old baby begging for his mother to never have cancer again. That nearly breaks my heart, yet at the same time honors me beyond what words can describe. I'm not sure what to do with it all. Perhaps, just being grateful and praising the Lord is the best way to handle this heart-gripping emotion. Trusting in Him is a given on this one!
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