Will You Pray With Us?

Sufficient Grace Ministries continues to grow, and we are prayerfully expanding to cover the growing needs of the women and families we serve. One of the new initiatives we discussed at our recent SGM meeting is a special weekly prayer list that would cover specific families in prayer. We receive requests for Dreams of You materials almost daily. This week, we received six requests in a 24-hour period. These are families with a fatal pregnancy diagnosis or families who have just lost a baby or young child.

We want to do more than offer quick prayers on their behalf. We want to spend time praying from the heart for each one, bathing them in prayers throughout the week. Often, I am the only one receiving these emails, but I would like to add more prayers than just mine. These families need our prayers and our support. We can do very little to ease the ache of a mother’s empty arms…to comfort the pain of her broken heart. But, we can lay those burdens at the feet of the One big enough to carry them, the Comforter, Himself.

 “Again I say to you that if two of you agree on earth concerning anything that they ask, it will be done for them by My Father in heaven. For where two or three are gathered together in My name, I am there in the midst of them.”  ~Matthew 18:19-20

Will you join your prayers with ours? It doesn’t cost a thing, and will just take a little time out of your week. You can pray where ever and whenever you are able. I will be sending weekly emails to those who are willing to pray for these families. If you are would like to be added to the mailing list and are willing to dedicate time for heartfelt prayers each week on behalf of grieving families, please let me know in the comments, and leave your email contact information. You can also email us at: sufficientgraceministries at gmail dot com.

Thank you for your continued support! Blessings to all!

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort that we ourselves have received from God. ~ 2 Corinthians 1:3-4

He…(with a prayer request)

I prefer to write about things after the Lord has made beauty from the ashes, when they can be tied up in a neat bow. I often feel convicted otherwise, revealing the mess beneath the picture we are supposed to show as Christians. The mess that doesn’t have it all figured out. The mess that has emotions swirling, and questions unanswered. I used to think that meant a lack of faith, but God used the life of our Thomas to teach me that the opposite is true. Having questions doesn’t indicate a lack of faith, anymore than being a mess makes one less a follower of Jesus. On the contrary, questions are the birth place of faith, when we ask the right One for the answer. And, being a mess…well that just means all the more grace for me…and for you, if you happen to be a mess, too.

Still I like to write here after the mess is all cleaned up.

This isn’t one of those times. This is one of the times when it’s 1:09 am and I am awake with the words and feelings that I’m not sure if I have any right feeling, while he lies in a hospital bed needing our prayers.

He is the father to my brothers.

He is a person I called dad from preschool until I was thirteen.

He made my mother laugh for many years.

My favorite pictures of her are the ones he took. I loved her smile, and her laugh. It was evident that the person on the other end of the camera adored her. He did.

He is the reason I love the Cleveland Browns, because I grew up watching the game with him. (I’m not sure if I should thank him for that.)

He is the one who taught me to sing and helped me prepare for my very first musical audition.

He helped us with our homework while mom worked second shift at the factory.

His parents were among those I have called Grandma and Grandpa, and we ate dinner with them many Sundays of my childhood. Until I was thirteen.

He probably has no idea that I still think of him, and I have no idea if he ever wonders about me. It’s much easier to sit behind the computer screen and pour it out here. Even easier than that, to not so much as graze the places of my heart that remember those years.

Love says to see others the way the Lord sees them…to look for the beauty and redemption in each person who crosses our path. To do that, I suppose we have to look. We aren’t allowed to close our eyes or our hearts, even if we think doing so will protect us from all the feelings. They really just get hidden under one of our stinky onion layers anyway, only to ooze out later in one form of self-destruction or another. Better to look, better to feel, better to take it all to the only One big enough to heal the broken places.

He is the father of my brothers, two of the most precious gifts given to my mother.

And, he is in the hospital, awaiting open heart surgery in the morning. Please pray for him, and for all those who love him.


Warrior Prayers for Our Boys


I’m always late to the party. But, I wanted to share something really great with all of you. My dear bloggy friend, September is asking moms to join her in committing to praying for our boys for 21 days using the ebook Warrior Prayers, which can be downloaded here. You can also download it for your Kindle on Amazon.

I believe September began the journey a couple days ago, but I just started and caught up (I think). This is a great book, encouraging moms to do the most they can for their boys to help them become godly men: PRAY. And, the technique the author uses is especially effective: praying scripture, something we have done for years in our Moms in Touch prayer groups. This book is full of scripture to pray specifically for boys. I love it!! And highly recommend it. Hope you will click over and read sweet September’s blog and join in. It will be well worth your time!

Have a beautiful day! And, don’t forget there’s still time to enter to win a copy of another great book: Hinds’ Feet on High Places.

Time to do Some Rejoicing!!! (Tug Update)

There is a part of me that struggles still with those who are only apt to praise God when prayers are answered in a way we can see with our eyes…when healing takes place on this earth. Not because I think it’s wrong to praise God. On the contrary, His praise should be shouted from the rooftops. But, He is to be praised in whatever way our prayers are answered. Praising God has nothing to do with our circumstances or even what He does for us, but everything to do with Who He is! I spent many years repelled at the insinuation that the righteous get their prayers answered always in the ways they hoped…because of their faith, their loved one was physically healed. I learned, of course, that there are all types of healing. Sometimes God heals on this earth. Sometimes He heals by taking us Home to heaven. Sometimes He restores a broken body and sometimes He mends a broken soul. In all of it, He is faithful. In all of it, He is worthy of our praise. And, none of it has to do with our worthiness or a measure of His love for us. I learned a lot about surrendering what I thought healing looked like…surrendering my will as I prayed. Believing and trusting no matter what. It is an interesting walk…knowing that we serve a God who can do anything…heal and restore anything…and trusting His way to do it, even if it isn’t the way we hoped or expected.

Many times I have talked about weeping with those who weep...and we do a lot of that here. We weep often for mothers with empty arms, hurting and aching alongside so many as we lift understanding prayers of comfort on their behalf. But, we also embrace the second part of the verse…

Rejoice with those who rejoice…

Ginny and I learned about weeping and rejoicing many years ago, as we both carried children in our wombs. My twin daughters and later our son Thomas were born into the arms of Jesus, and her sweet son came home to fill her house with life.  It was my time to weep and hers to rejoice, and yet she graciously set aside her rejoicing often….to weep with me. I tried to reciprocate, to set aside my weeping and rejoice, but I’m sure my efforts were less successful. In fact, I was barely able to lift my head, let alone fully rejoice with her.

But, today…after spending weeks on our knees on behalf of Ginny’s son Tug. After weeping and weeping before the Lord, pleading for the kind of miracle that we can see with our eyes this side of heaven…even as we trust and surrender. Today, we rejoice with all of our might. Today, we dance and sing with tears of joy and laughter on our lips. We rejoice with a family that never stopped praising and trusting…even in this storm.

Tug is not only awake from his coma, but he has been transferred to another hospital where he is having intense rehabilitation. He is working so hard and can now talk, eat, and walk…things that just days ago were not possible for him. And, just to give you a window into this boy’s precious heart…one of the things he said in these first days of talking (other than stuff about playing and soccer!):

To his mom: “Thank you for doing everything for me.”

Thank you for praying for this family. Thank you for weeping…and for rejoicing with us. Please continue to pray as Tug works toward full recovery.

Our God is an awesome God!!!

UPDATE: A Whole Lot of Heavy…Please Pray

Huge update:

Tug is not only awake from his coma, but he has been transferred to another hospital where he is having intense rehabilitation. He is working so hard and can now talk, eat, and walk…things that just days ago were not possible for him. And, just to give you a window into this boy’s precious heart…one of the things he said in these first days of talking (other than stuff about playing and soccer!):
To his mom: “Thank you for doing everything for me.”

Original post:
I was going to post something fun today…a Traveling Food Fest 2011 Post. Something light and happy..but it will have to wait.

Life is full of a whole lot of heavy.

So, I’m here instead asking for your prayers for an old friend…a fellow mother and sister in Christ. She is the first person I told when I was expecting our oldest son, Timothy. She is the one who re-introduced me to Jesus, leading me to the Lord, when my family was young and new and I was floundering. She led me to my church family. She walked with me early in marriage, so that we could learn how do this wife/mother thing together. Together is always better than alone. She is the only person I wanted (other than my mom) in the hospital room when I could barely lift my head during the difficult pregnancy with Faith and Grace. She sat with me in the weeks after their passing, answering my door, my phone, running my errands…while I curled into a ball and cried. She listened endlessly and loved my children as her own. And, I felt the same about hers. She walked with me again while we waited for our Thomas…eating seven layer chocolate cake at Cooker’s to dull the pain of those hard days of planning a funeral while we prayed for a miracle. She was one of the few people on this earth that held our Thomas, not shying away…looking on his beauty with me…enjoying his pinky toe, sharing his special gift to us. She and Dinah held a baby shower for our now 10 year old miracle, James…hoping with me…embracing joy with me…walking with me.

She laid her life down for me over and over again. It was a special friendship…one you don’t see everyday. But, our lives changed and our paths changed. We still love each other, although we have rarely talked in recent years. She is a beautiful mother…a beautiful woman…a beautiful friend, with the voice of an angel and a compassionate servant’s heart.

But, today she is sitting by the hospital bed of her son. Her oldest daughter (16) and youngest son (middle school age) were in a car accident yesterday. Her son sustained extensive injuries, and this family needs our urgent…on our knees…heartfelt prayers. Please join your prayers with ours for this family…for this mother…and for her sweet boy and beautiful daughter. Please walk with the friend who spent so much time in the valley walking with me.

UPDATE as of Saturday July 17th:
 The daughter (16) was released from the hospital on Friday. The son (age 11), nicknamed Tug, remains in a coma with several injuries. He has opened his eyes briefly, but remains unconscious. PLEASE continue to pray during these critical first days. Pray for complete healing…for comfort and strength…and for peace for his family.

Family and friends are also taking a collection locally to help this family with all of the expenses involved with the hospital stay and recovery. If you feel led to support in this way, you can use the donate button on our page (normally reserved for Sufficient Grace Ministries donations) and just list “For Tug” in the note section, so the funds are properly dispersed.

Thank you so much for your prayers, and please keep them coming. God is faithful. He is our refuge and our strength. We continue to cling to Him and trust Him to carry Tug and his family through this time…

I heard that Tug’s favorite Psalm is Psalm 91 and one good idea was to pray that Psalm with his name inserted in. It would be wonderful if we could pray God’s powerful word for this sweet boy!! James and I did so tonight. Hope many of you will take the time to do the same. However you are led, PLEASE PRAY!

Update as of Monday evening: Although still in a coma, Tug is showing some reactions to those around him…growing agitated…and even sitting up a bit and trying to open his eyes to see people. We are standing with this family in prayer and believe God is working to heal Tug. Please keep praying! Go God…and Go Tug!

Update Tuesday and Wednesday: Tug responded to a command today with a thumbs up!! That is the first time he has been able to do that, and it is a good sign!! Also, please continue to pray for Tug that he will have peace and clarity of mind as he continues the journey toward awakening fully from this coma. We are looking forward with great hope to that day, and believe it will happen soon. Thank you so much for praying…and please keep it up!!

Update Sunday July 24, 2011: Tug is now breathing on his own (for the past several days) and showing some progress each day. While he is still not completely awake from the coma, he has been from the bed to a chair with help and even was wheeled around the hospital in a wheelchair. He continues to work hard each day. Please keep praying! Tug’s family is so grateful for all the prayers and encouragement!

Update as of July 29, 2011:

Tug is awake!!!! 

He is making progress each day and working very hard! While no longer in a coma, he does have a long road of recovery ahead of him, and will be in rehab as he works to fully recover. Please keep praying! Our God is BIG and faithful!! 

Prayer Request for Hurting Marriages

This past week, two families have come to us requesting prayer for hurting marriages. Both of these Christian families are in urgent need of prayer! In both cases, the wife and children have left the home. Please, please, please take some time this evening to lift these families in prayer. They are not alone. Satan is working to tear families apart all over the world. This battle is not flesh and blood. It is spiritual, and best fought on our knees in prayer. Tim and I will be praying at 6:30 this evening. I hope you will join us from your homes or where ever you are at that time…or anytime.

Ephesians 6:12 (New King James Version)

For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age,[a] against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.

Matthew 18:20 (New King James Version)
For where two or three are gathered together in My name, I am there in the midst of them.”

I’m sure it still counts if we are coming from different places…agreeing in prayer…lifting our voices in one accord. Let’s pray together for these marriages…for the sanctity of marriage. Our foe is a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour….but our God is able to heal and restore even the most broken relationships. He is able to protect and defend these marriages. We are living proof of His ability to make beauty from ashes.

Please pray with us!


Tonight I’m feeling a little shaken.

I have been purposing in my heart to make some changes. To run toward the Lord, to cling to Him, not to seek comfort in the things of this world, or my stinky onion layers. I have been desiring life and joy…determined, focused, excited about the Lies and Truth Bible Study…ready for a new year, a new adventure…excited to see what the Lord has in store for our family and Sufficient Grace Ministries in 2011. I’ve been having a grand time, getting my groove on with the Just Dance 2 game on our Wii. Dancing until I am out of breath, dripping with sweat, and laughing hysterically at myself. Good stuff.

The thing is, we are not in charge. We never know what is waiting around the corner. We may think we are going to get our dance on and wallow in a season of joy, reaping a harvest of the fruit that comes from sowing our tears during the seasons of sorrow.

We think we are ready for one thing.

And, something entirely different punches us square in the face shattering our plans.

I have shared before that watching my mother suffer and die from cancer was a struggle unlike any other in my life. It changed me…for the rest of my time on this Earth. Although I have leaned on the Lord, and felt His comfort and strength. I miss her daily…yet even in my missing, His grace is sufficient for me. I dream my dreams of longing for her…some ending bitterly. I experience her days of suffering like the flashes of a veteran returning from war. And…still His grace is sufficient for me.

Paul speaks in Corinthians of his thorn in the flesh. It was something that wasn’t taken from him…something he struggled with all his days on this earth. Many of us have thorns in the flesh…illness, pain, sorrow, grief, loneliness, depression, physical and/or mental disabilities. We have imperfections, flaws, quirks. Call them what you want.

This afternoon, I heard that one of my dearest friends who has been battling cancer was taken to the hospital. She has endured radiation, chemotherapy, all sorts of procedures and medicines, and other forms of torture to fight the cancer in her lungs and brain and perhaps other places in her body over the past couple years.

This woman taught me how to be a wife, with her sweet, snarky way of telling me how it is. With her straight-talking ways, she drilled into my young, selfish, raised-in-a-household-where-women-were-in-authority mind the importance of honoring my husband and caring for my home…and training up Godly young men. She walked with me through the deaths of my twin daughters, Faith and Grace…and later my son, Thomas. She sat beside us as her husband delivered Thomas’ eulogy under the blue sky with big, fluffy white clouds while the sun shone on our grief-stricken faces. One of a handful of people whose eyes looked upon our Thomas, she saw and appreciated his beauty. Her house was always the best place to have parties…the best food and fellowship. Her special gift has been making her home a haven for all who entered. She can make the best apple pie on God’s green earth. She prays fiercely for everyone in her life…no doubt her prayers helped keep my marriage together through the toughest years. She loves and “gets” teenagers…and they love her right back. When in good health, she visited and encouraged, and genuinely loved those in prison as she helped deliver the gospel to them. Her words are part of the story…our story…shared in the Dreams of You Memory Book. Dinah and I are always saying…”The most beautiful gifts in this life emerge from some of the most difficult suffering. It’s in the hard stuff that beauty is born.” Saying it is much different than walking it.

She is my second mom. And, like my first mom…cancer has stolen much from her. She has toughed it out…much like she toughed out everything else this life has dealt her so far…with a perfect blend of grit and grace. I love her dearly.

And…tonight, she is laying in a hospital bed.

The outcome is uncertain, for now, as far as the condition of her physical body and mind. She has survived much more than doctors expected. And, we serve a God who makes all things possible.

I am trying not to look with my eyes….

Trying not to remember the flashes of the moments I watched cancer steal my own mother’s mind and body…

Praying for my beautiful friend, Dinah, and her beautiful family.

Trusting that the same God who carried my mother and I through those days…will carry Dinah and her family in these days. Knowing that He is faithful.

When my mother was in the hospice center, Dinah sent me these verses:
Even to your old age, I am He,
And even to gray hairs I will carry you!
I have made, and I will bear;
Even I will carry, and will deliver you.
~ Isaiah 46:4

Verses I whispered to my mother as she longed for reassurance of His promises in the last moments of her life…

Tonight, I am shaken…

But my God is steadfast and sure. He is not moved…

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellence of the power may be of God and not of us. We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;  persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed… ~ 2 Corinth. 4:7-9

Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal. ~ 2 Corinthians 4:16-20

When my world is shaking, heaven stands…when my heart is breaking, I never leave Your hands…
~JJ Heller

Please pray…

Coming to You Live From Columbus…

We are in Columbus, and it’s been a gorgeous whirlwind of a day. We did not actually make it to the Women of Faith conference today, but plan on attending tomorrow. Holly and her cousin Amber went in our place today. While they were at the conference, Becki and I visited four hospitals in the Columbus area to share about Sufficient Grace. Then we all met up for supper at…the Cheesecake Factory. There are no words to describe the wonder of that cheesecake. I felt as if I were being lifted to another place as it melted in my mouth. Honestly…I was rendered speechless. I can’t upload pics from the hotel because I forgot the cord I need in order to upload to this computer.

So, unfortunately, you’ll have to wait until I get home for pictures. But, we took plenty…even of our cheesecake.

Stephanie is here, too…and we are hoping to meet up with her sometime tomorrow. Also…a mystery guest will hopefully join us.

Tomorrow morning, Becki and I will be attending the Women of Faith conference for the day. Rest assured, I will be taking extensive notes and blogging about the events later on…especially when Stephen Curtis and Mary Beth Chapman take the stage.

Another Sawyer Update before I sign off:

Sawyer is doing well. They hope to take him off the vent tomorrow and move him to an intermediate unit. There are still some concerns with his kidneys and a few other issues. So, please keep praying. For now, we rejoice over this good news…thank you for praying for this sweet boy.

Loose ends, Sawyer update, and Dreams of her…

I’m getting ready to go to the Women of Faith Conference in a little bit. Just to give you a little window into the willy-nilliness of my life, I’m still not packed. That’s just how I roll. And, at 5:52am, I’m not even going to apologize. I will say, though, that I do admire all of you who are organized and together. It’s a beautiful quality. Unfortunately, I am wired differently. I won’t say that isn’t a challenge for my very organized and structured husband at times…but God gives us both sufficient grace. He is faithful like that.

If you’re wondering who is claiming the ticket I announced was still available (through a series of twists and events) yesterday, you’ll just have to keep wondering. If all goes as planned, there will be some pictures to share….maybe even a plethora of pictures. And the mystery will be solved. I’m sure all two of you out there in blogland are just on the edge of your seats waiting to know who will come to Women of Faith with us! Don’t worry…all will soon be revealed. =)

I don’t know about all of you, but whenever I’m going somewhere, I feel like I have to tie up all the loose ends in my life before I go. (Not that it ever happens…it’s just what I want to happen!) As if being gone for less than 48 hours is going to cause some sort of irreparable havoc in my life. So, for some reason, while I am yet unpacked, just hours from our departure, it seems necessary to write a blog post. The craziness of the way my mind works…aye, aye, aye!

So…some bloggy loose ends…completely unrelated to one another…

If you’ve been praying for baby Sawyer, thank you so much. Please scroll down to previous posts if you don’t know Sawyer’s situation…just not feeling the Linky this morning. Yes, I’m aware that typing all these words to explain not linking is probably more work than clicking around to do the linking…again, how I roll. At least this morning.

Sawyer did have the procedure to close up the opening left from his open heart surgery, yesterday. The last update was the procedure was a success and one little hurdle in this situation of seemingly endless hurdles is behind him. Please continue to pray for this sweet baby and his family as he heals and faces the next hurdle. (His mama is one of my best friends.)

Speaking of best friends, I’m feeling a little Steel Magnolias-ish this morning. You know, what with getting ready to meet up with some women of faith in my life and worship with about 40,000 other women of faith. And, as I think of the beautiful women of faith I’m going to meet, thoughts inevitably drift to my own mother, a place my mind goes often in a day’s time.

I long to hear her sweet laugh and see her smile…the one that dances in her eyes and warms the whole room. I won’t lie. My mama was a feisty gal. And, she and I didn’t always see eye-to-eye. I’ll be the first to admit that I spent most of her life missing out on all the gifts she had to offer. God did redeem all that was broken between us in the last years of her life. But, I have many regrets over the gifts I missed…the gifts she offered the world. I know when someone leaves us, we often only hold on to the good. But as time goes by, I don’t see anything wrong with only seeing the good in those we love. Maybe, we should do it more with those who are still with us. I think I kind of like that, and I’m going to embrace it. Actually, I think it’s a biblical concept even…check out I Corinthians 13.

Anyway, I miss my mother with a missing that I cannot convey with words. Even when I dream of her, my missing comes out. The ache is so acutely with me that sometimes I am taken aback by it’s strength. My dreams of her have not always been a comfort. So much about the suffering at the end of her life remains unsettled in my psyche. And, I suppose it’s all trying to work itself out in dreamland where I can’t push it back down under the layers where I’d like it to stay. Dreams render you helpless like that.

I won’t get into details here about all of those dreams, but I do want to share about the last one. To tell you the truth, most of them I’d rather not relive.

One of the things I long for the most is to just stand in the kitchen with her, or the laundry room while she does ordinary things and we chat like mothers and daughters do. Many of you are mothers aching for your children. I share that ache with you…those dreams for all that could have been. This ache is different. It is for all that was and all that could have been. I never dream of my babies, although I wish I could. It seems it would be a comfort to feel them in my arms, even if just in dreamland.

So, I was delighted when in this dream, I was allowed to do one of the things I long for most. As always, there was a little bit of reality in the dream. The reality is that my mother’s house will be going up for sale soon. So, in dreamland, my stepfather was packing their things in the other room. I was in the kitchen feeling the usual weight in my chest. And, I looked up and saw her standing at the kitchen counter, wiping the crumbs. (She hated clutter and a crumby counter.) She was smiling and in no hurry at all.

“Mom, you’re here!” I ran to her and hugged her tight, something I did too rarely in real life. The questions followed of “where have you been” and “I’ve missed you” and “There’s so much going on”. Some part of me in the dream understands that she has been gone…that she has died, even as I’m talking to her. I didn’t dwell much on that this time. This time was different. I laughed with her in the kitchen, as they packed her life away in the other room. I laughed with her as she sat at the kitchen table laughing with her grandchildren and doing some craft. I laughed with her while she was in the laundry room. (She really had a thing about laundry. She hated to get behind and was meticulous about the way it was done. I did not inherit this trait, much to my family’s chagrin.)

In many of my dreams, there is little comfort as I work out all that I didn’t know was inside me. But, in this dream, as we stood in the kitchen and I prepared to apologize again, as if I could somehow have prevented all that happened, she put her hands on my shoulders, looked into my eyes and said the words I must be longing to hear…

“This is not your fault.”

She hugged me and I inhaled the smell of vanilla and Tide, drinking in the beauty of her face and the feel of her arms around me, knowing even in my dream state that our time was short. Peace settled in my heart and I awoke with her memory still hanging in the air. It felt as if I did spend time with her. And, I was grateful, even if it was only a dream. Oh, the glory that will be revealed one day when I’ll never have to wake up from that dream as we laugh with those we love in heaven’s glory.

O.K….now that I got that off my chest…I really do need to pack! We will be visiting hospitals in Columbus today to give them some information about Sufficient Grace. Please pray that God will open doors and that we will find favor and make the appropriate contacts. And, please pray for God’s protection and all the other loose ends as we march forth.

For now, I’m off to get my Women of Faith on!

Love to all…


UPDATED: Baby Sawyer ~ Urgent Prayers Needed

Saturday morning Sawyer update: Sawyer had a good night and is showing some improvement this morning. There are a couple other concerns…but for now, we are praising God for this good news and continuing to pray for sweet baby Sawyer’s FULL recovery! We serve a mighty and faithful God! Please keep praying!!!!

Yesterday I walked into the PICU to meet sweet baby Sawyer who was perched atop his little makeshift monkey-covered recliner-looking contraption on his hospital bed. Machines beeped and wires abounded. I looked around to see other babies to the right and left, listening to the sounds of the beeping and turned back to sweet Sawyer, drinking in the sight of this beautiful boy who has been the focus of countless prayers. I stroked his sweet chubby toes and prayed over him with his mama. It felt so good to finally lay eyes on him and put my arms around his beautiful mama…

Today, Sawyer had open heart surgery…

Please pray for baby Sawyer. He is the son of one of my dearest friends, Nicki and her husband, Brian. Sawyer was born last Friday and had open heart surgery this morning to repair a potentially fatal condition known as TGA (transposition of the great arteries). There were some complications, and they had to open him up and operate again. The next 72 hours are critical. Please get on your knees…please join me in crying out to our heavenly Father on his behalf. This sweet baby and his family need our prayers.

But now, this is what the LORD says—
he who created you, O Jacob,
he who formed you, O Israel:
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have summoned you by name; you are mine.
When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and when you pass through the rivers,
they will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire,
you will not be burned;
the flames will not set you ablaze.

For I am the LORD, your God,
the Holy One of Israel, your Savior…

Isaiah 43:1-3