Gabriel just went into surgery. It should take about 45 minutes.
I woke around 3am this morning. Peaceful. I still wouldn’t choose this path for our child, but I’m okay today. God is glorified in my phone flooded with texts of verses and prayers and encouragement, in the doctors and nurses exercising gifts He gave whether they recognize them as such yet or not, in tendons and faith stretched. And that is just the beginning of His presence and renown made known in this journey.
I’m watching the sun rise over Houston and listening to All Sons and Daughters sing, “Our Great Redeemer, Glorious Savior, Your name is higher than the rising sun.”
Christmas draws closer and I realize advent means everything to me this year. Rescue is coming. No more pain or tears or sadness or disappointment. No more realizations that my faith is weaker than I thought, that fear is a monstrous battle, that anxiety can grip with rage, because He Who is our peace will set all things right. No more asking my children to sacrifice or explaining brokenness or wondering why the hard things happen. On this day, where locked doors keep me temporarily from my son I realize that in God’s unfathomable love nothing at all keeps me from the Son. I’m clinging to Him; I’m craving Christmas and His return.
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end.
I lift my eyes to the hills, where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior who is Christ the Lord.