Ephesians 3:20&21 Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.
Well, today I was going to blog asking for prayer for Gracie's upcoming surgery. However, after a long appointment with the plastic surgeon, a decision was made that there will be no surgery right now. Apparently Gracie is not big enough for her cleft pallet surgery. It felt like a punch in the gut. This surgery is something we have been eagerly waiting for, but as the day drew closer I have to admit I wanted to take her and run. So, half relieved, I moved on to the next order of business. How do we grow her? You know, you take your child to check ups and no matter what happens you can always celebrate their growth and oh how exciting it is. When I heard that she gained only OUNCES in 3 months, I wanted to cry. Seriously...ounces?? It felt like we all got a big fat F on our report card. Except this F stood for Fragile...Grace's weight, Grace's eating, Grace's mommy. Fragile and helpless, I am quickly reminded that my God is not. This was not her time to have surgery. For some reason this wasn't best for her right now and thank God the surgeon was willing to step back and notice it.
So, this is how God works. And I love it. Needless to say, this was a hard afternoon. I made it home to Gavin, my mother-in-law had so graciously taken him 'back to school' shopping. Can you believe that? Anyway, I see her and burst into tears...I mean, I could not get it together. Randomly my neighbor drops by and offers to take Gavin for a little bit. I gladly say yes, and can't believe the timing. So, Josh quickly makes his way home from work, my mother-in-law feeds Grace, while I nurse Bo in tears. Not 2 minutes after Josh gets home, we get a knock at the door. Someone from our amazing new church(River 47) was at the door with a hot meal. My jaw hit the floor. So my mother-in-law scoots out the door, we put Grace to bed, Bo in the Bjorn, and we get a quiet dinner to ourselves...completely provided by my Jesus. He saw us and knew we were Fragile, and He met our needs.
It really felt like one little miracle after the next.
So, today, Grace got a new accessory. A pump. This will pump food into her tummy at night, while she sleeps, so we can get more calories into that little body. God is the only one who can grow her. I completely trust that He will and that her surgery will come at the perfect time. I praise Him already.