prayer devotional
Tomorrow I do another MOPS devotional. As I was thinking about it early this morning, lying in bed, I cried.
I'm going to play a song that Monte wrote, from our CD. I'm first going to tell the story behind the song. It's called "Daddy what is Her Name?".
When the kids were little we'd talk about their future spouses. We'd say they're somewhere out in the world, maybe just being born. And we'd joke with Heather when she might only be 5 that some 12 year old boy we knew could be her future spouse (because that's the age difference between Monte and me), but when you're little, it seems so weird. We'd talk about praying for their spouses. We'd talk about them readying their lives for their spouses.
When Travis was three he got really sick. After a low-grade fever for a long time and then his body stiffening, we went to the doctor. We ended up in Porter hospital for a week. I slept there with him. I couldn't stand the thought of him alone in the night. In fact each evening after visiting hours you'd hear sobbing kids and cries for Mommy or Daddy down the hall. Lots of tests and needles later they sent us on to the National Jewish Hospital. They weren't sure either. But they made us switch from tylenol to aspirin every 4 hours.
We had been traveling around Wyoming, probably drinking some untested water, and lots of mosquito bites. Home base was my cousins house outside Denver. We were all as a family sleeping in one bedroom. I could hear Travis start moaning when 4 hours was about up. He couldn't walk for over a month. I'd take him to the bathroom. He couldn't crawl. The aspirin though must have started dulling the pain, and he wanted so bad to play with the kids. He eventually started scooting around.
The Jewish Hospital thought he might have juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. But as Travis was getting better, his joints were sore and swollen with his feet and hands the last to heal. They thought whatever virus he had, started at the core and slowly worked it's way out his body. It was a very hard time of emotions: imagining your child not running and playing, riding bikes or climbing trees. But he got better.
Then about 2 years ago we heard "the rest of the story". We were sitting around the table in Sterling, Colorado, talking with Travis's Sarah's parents, planning their wedding. I told this story. Kerry then remembered that when Sarah was little she felt this need to pray for Sarah's future husband!
Ya know ... In that whole ordeal years ago, it did feel as if there was a turning around point. Do we really know the power of prayer?!!
I'm going to play a song that Monte wrote, from our CD. I'm first going to tell the story behind the song. It's called "Daddy what is Her Name?".
When the kids were little we'd talk about their future spouses. We'd say they're somewhere out in the world, maybe just being born. And we'd joke with Heather when she might only be 5 that some 12 year old boy we knew could be her future spouse (because that's the age difference between Monte and me), but when you're little, it seems so weird. We'd talk about praying for their spouses. We'd talk about them readying their lives for their spouses.
When Travis was three he got really sick. After a low-grade fever for a long time and then his body stiffening, we went to the doctor. We ended up in Porter hospital for a week. I slept there with him. I couldn't stand the thought of him alone in the night. In fact each evening after visiting hours you'd hear sobbing kids and cries for Mommy or Daddy down the hall. Lots of tests and needles later they sent us on to the National Jewish Hospital. They weren't sure either. But they made us switch from tylenol to aspirin every 4 hours.
We had been traveling around Wyoming, probably drinking some untested water, and lots of mosquito bites. Home base was my cousins house outside Denver. We were all as a family sleeping in one bedroom. I could hear Travis start moaning when 4 hours was about up. He couldn't walk for over a month. I'd take him to the bathroom. He couldn't crawl. The aspirin though must have started dulling the pain, and he wanted so bad to play with the kids. He eventually started scooting around.
The Jewish Hospital thought he might have juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. But as Travis was getting better, his joints were sore and swollen with his feet and hands the last to heal. They thought whatever virus he had, started at the core and slowly worked it's way out his body. It was a very hard time of emotions: imagining your child not running and playing, riding bikes or climbing trees. But he got better.
Then about 2 years ago we heard "the rest of the story". We were sitting around the table in Sterling, Colorado, talking with Travis's Sarah's parents, planning their wedding. I told this story. Kerry then remembered that when Sarah was little she felt this need to pray for Sarah's future husband!
Ya know ... In that whole ordeal years ago, it did feel as if there was a turning around point. Do we really know the power of prayer?!!