Today, we spoke with a Cardiologist concerning Stephen's heart condition. He said, that once surgery is performed it would require additional surgeries. He would like to try and slowly wean Stephen off the oxygen he is receiving and see if he can thrive on his own....with a heavy heart these words swirled around in my head...
Surgeries?...weaned off oxygen?...how will he do?"
My heart ached as I thought upon his course of life.
"Will he have quality playtime with his brothers and sisters?"
Psalm 147:3 He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
Weeks passed and Stephen seemed to do well with the minimal help of oxygen. He was holding his own!
On a visit a few weeks later, my husband and I were shocked at the sight of our son. He had changed dramatically; the lack of oxygen he still suffered was causing fluid retention. Yet he looked so precious to us...now a pudgy little boy. As I gazed upon his precious face, I envisioned a little "Hummel" figurine before my eyes. My grandmother had a collection of these German made figurines and I always admired them. Their round faces with rosy cheeks and sweet smiles. Here was one, in person.
The hospital provided clothing for Stephen. I don't know why, perhaps for sanitary reasons. I appreciated so much the "normal" clothing provided instead of a generic hospital gown. This day, Stephen was dressed in cute overalls.
Each visit my heart was warmed with his precious life. I spoke with the LORD in the quiet moments of my visits alone with Stephen and pondered my Bible readings.
But the Comforter, which is the Holy Ghost, whom the Father will send in my name, he shall teach you all things, and bring all things to your remembrance, whatsoever I have said to you. Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. St. John chpt. 14:26-27