4 posts tagged “prayer”
I got this in my email today and wanted to pass it on. I removed the names and town, and the picture of his friend. He is a friend of our friend and needs all your prayers and good thoughts.
'Hi to all my friends and family,
I felt compelled to spread this story about son's best friend, S who is 8. He is in MAJOR need of Prayer. The following story is what his mother (we are in MOPS together) wrote today.
Background Story
Our son S is a wonderful young man who is 8 years old. He will be 9 in January. He is going into the 3rd grade. S had been having some pain in his right knee most of this summer (2009). As the pain increased we realized that something might be wrong and we made an appointment for him to see an Orthopedist on 8/10/09. At this doctors appointment an X-ray was done of S's leg/knee and it showed that there was a mass that the doctor believed to be cancerous. S went into the hospital just a few days later for a series of tests. He received a cat scan, MRI, and also a full body scan. Our family met with the pediatric oncologist the following day and S was diagnosed with a type of cancer called Osteosarcoma (stage 4). The cancer is in his right knee and it has also spread to both of his lungs. This is an agressive type of cancer and it will be treated with agressive forms of chemo. We are asking everyone to please lift up our litle boy in prayer. We pray for healing!! We serve a mighty God and we know that HE can heal S if that is his will. Please be prayer warriors along with our family as S starts this very difficult journey in his young life.
Today's date is August 16th, 2009 and all this has happened in 6 days. His first appointment was on Monday the 10th and by Friday the 14th he was in the hospital getting his Chemo-port put in his chest and a biopsy done.
I figured if an animated woman walking around the world for cancer can get passed to millions, then so can this story.
PLEASE KEEP THIS GOING TO YOUR CONTACTS IN YOUR ADDRESS BOOK!
S CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH PRAYERS.
WE PRAY FOR HEALING AND PEACE FOR HIS FAMILY. . .There are also 2 younger sisters.'
Today I found out a guy from my rookie class was suddenly given a terminal diagnosis, with little time left. He's young and has kids. He is a real upstanding, all around nice guy; Never said an unkind word to anyone. I am praying for him and his family. If you pray I hope you will add them to your prayers. I hope your prayers will be better than mine. I'm just not sure what to say to God about this. It sucks and I hate it. I've settled for praying for comfort for him and the family; praying that the love they share will sustain them.
My boy is so sweet. I gave him a bath tonight and cut his nails (which he hates, like his father). He was being so good. He tries to hold still even though it tickles his toes. When he got out I wrapped him up and he said,
"There's one thing I really don't like about taking a bath."
"What's that honey?"
"I don't like the cold when I get out."
So I hugged him in the towel for a minute and gave him a kiss. Then he said,
"There's one thing I really do like about taking a bath."
"Yeah?"
"I love your hugs and kisses and when you hold me mommy."
So he got an even bigger hug.
Paul talked to the Corinthians about his affliction. He called it a 'thorn in his side' to keep him humble because of the great things he knew of heaven. This is a good meditation for me.
2 Corinthians 12: 9-11 (NASB)
"9And He has said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness " Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me.
10Therefore I am well content with weaknesses, with insults, with distresses, with persecutions, with difficulties, for Christ's sake; for when I am weak, then I am strong."
I have such a hard time giving up control. Or admitting that I can't do everything anymore. I was driving to church (a scenic route) and saw an old, run-down, probably unoccupied house on a beautiful piece of land. I immediately thought to myself that we could buy something like that and I could demolish it. It would be easier if you donated the building for local fire-training first. Save a lot of money. Then we could build a small perfect house there for retirement. It would be fun. After all I used to do this every day. (mental crash to a halt) This only took a few seconds to pass through my mind. I actually forgot in the moment. I miss what I lost every time I have a big job to do around the house. I'll never quit being a do-it-yourself-er. I was rehabbing my first house long before I was a firefighter. I miss the action. I miss being outside and on the go. I miss being so strong. When will I quit thinking this way? Maybe never. Maybe I'm doomed to forever sound like Uncle Jim reliving his Glory Days while everyone else rolls there eyes. I try not to talk about it.
The medical training I went through was not without purpose in the bigger picture of my life. I am very capable of caring for my child and his particular problem; I really get it. I lost my career. But I appreciate being able to raise my son every day as a stay-at-home mom. I was injured and can't carry a pregnancy. But if I hadn't been, we may not have taken this path to our second child. It would have been much easier to 'home-grow' one again. I think that we were meant to grow our family through adoption. As hard as it is to wait, I believe we are on the right path. I believe that God will bring to us the child that we are meant to parent.
When I was younger I hated when people said, "everything happens for a reason". It seemed cold and just awful. Now I am reminding myself of this constantly. It helps me face this huge unknown time until we meet our second child. His Grace is sufficient for me. Every day. And during this long wait.
Happy Easter.
