Gotta Have Faith

Tuesday, April 28, 2015



The nurse called this morning to tell me that Simon's chest x-ray and abdominal ultrasounds came back normal. As in, no abnormalities. No tumors. No growths. I feel like I can breathe for the first time since the neurologist ordered these tests last week.

We're not out of the woods yet, but we're one step closer. 

So, now? I grab this little delight out of the fridge and have some caffeine. I can finally breathe a bit, and all of a sudden I could sleep for a week. I see this word written on my wrist, a word I impulsively got tattooed years ago when I decided to trade in all-nighters at the bar for endless days at the local church, serving God and my community... and I am just thankful. I had no idea the true depth and breadth of this word in my life. The impact. The foreshadowing.

I laughed at this tattoo before, because "could I have gotten something a little fancier and more planned out?" But the one thing I need more than anything in this world, is faith. Me, personally. I'm fearful and anxious by nature, and this little word serves as one HUGE reminder of the God I serve, who has pulled me from PITS and blessed me with everything I have. He knows the valleys I have in front of me, just like He knew back then what I would be facing today. It's no coincidence I chose this word to stay with me forever.

I glanced at my tattoo yesterday, as I signed a "consent to provide care" to the doctors at Mary Bridge Children's Hospital for my youngest baby boy. A constant reminder: I gotta have faith.

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