Time to heal

Its a day like any other.  The phone rings and I can't really make out the words but my limbs feel like jelly as I try to piece the loud words and cries.  I get the unpleasant ones, they seem real clear, 'come', 'hospital'.  I leave everything around me as is, and drive not really knowing what I will find. 

The hospital staff were so great.

I ring back and she whispers through her pain and tears "Mommy, speak words of comfort over me."  I don't know what I said but I know that I told her everything would somehow be okay. 

It's almost three weeks now and everything is going to be okay.  What was a raw square of burnt flesh from the top of her chest to past her belly button, is now new pink skin, thin and sensitive but flexible and no longer sore.

Its all under wraps beneath the green vest.

 

'Keep walking the walk one step at a time' ~ Joyce Meyer

That's how its been, one step at a time.  On one doctor's visit he said 'This might take longer than we thought'.  I told my friend that I would probably cancel our holiday.  She looked straight at me and said "You will not, she will be well" and then she prayed for the healing to quicken.  We have to walk with people of faith.  The next time we saw the doctor he said that her chest looked 'wonderful'.  We are moving forward. 

 

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. ~ Ps 46:1