Yesterday was a day that really tried me. Won’t lie to you. Just tryin to keep it real. Naomi came off the ventilator and did good for a while, then started to labor in her breathing. Wendy had gone to the Ronald McDonald house and taken a break. I was here alone with Nomi… I don’t think I have mentioned I have a thing about hospitals… they freak me out a little. The doctors started talking about possibly putting the Vent back in. Her throat and vocal cords are still swollen (not as bad as last night, thank you Jesus) and she was having some difficulty breathing… Really flipped me out. Called my Wendy and asked her to come up… quick. Meantime I’m praying like a wildman, laying (gentle) hands on my baby… just desperately crying to God and for all I am interceding for our baby, and then Wendy shows up. I must have looked pretty bad off cause she looked right at me and said ” No. I won’t accept that. No ventilator. She’s going to be fine” … The ENT shows up, scopes her out… and says… “No, I think she will be OK. Let’s not put her back on the vent”… Faith. Faith is when you STAND and plant your feet… when others around you are running from the trenches… FAITH.
We have been gobbling up scripture about faith. One that really applied to that moment in time is Mark 11: 22-24 And Jesus answered them, “Have faith in God. Truly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be taken up and thrown into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says will come to pass, it will be done for him. Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.”
And Romans 4:17 in the presence of the God in whom he believed, who gives life to the dead and calls into existence the things that do not exist.
… Speaking LIFE, in FAITH. I’m glad that my Wendy had our back. Her faith In God is rock solid. The real deal. She’s the one that bought cute little flip flops for Nomi to walk out of here. God once again proved Himself faithful to the promise that brought us peace in the beginning of this thing. Nomi is not on the vent. She is wearing a scuba mask called a “by-pap” (sp) that is helping her to breath easier. She still breathes on her own without it, this just helps her tired little body along.
She improves with each minute. Each hour. Each day. Though the improvements may be tiny victories, they are victories bringing God’s miracle back from the dark, and into the light. I am learning that these victories are teaching too. Teaching us what real faith is, and what it can do… By the way… my hospital thing is not bothering me at all today. I have even thought that I no longer have a hospital thing….