"Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine.
When you pass through the waters, I WILL BE WITH YOU; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.
For I am the LORD, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior"
Sunday night I was up ALL night with Hope. It was a really long night. I was now at 5 weeks of no sleep. It was bad. My friend came Monday morning and I told her that I really needed to take a nap if I was going to make it. I slept for an hour or two and woke up to Lake saying, "Momma, I'm sick". I said, "what's wrong honey?". I had heard him coughing but he coughs a lot because he is our allergy kid. I decided to go get the nebulizer and give him some albuterol. We don't have to do that often but it seems to help him. I started the treatment and he began throwing up. It was bright yellow bile. He seemed very tired and weak. Tim was home for lunch and I yelled for him to come in here. I said, "something is wrong. I am calling the doctor."
I HATE THIS TYPE OF FEAR. We went through this with Bubba when he was a baby. He was lifeless in the car as we drove like crazy to get him help in the ER. We thought he died on the way. We have also had numerous trips to the ER with the older two because they used to spike crazy high fevers. Record high was set by Reece at 105.4.
He said, "I am walking in the Emergency Room now".
They finally got Lake's IV started. I never want to think about that again. EVER. I couldn't handle seeing my child in pain. What God did by sacrificing His Son and seeing Him suffer and die is beyond my ability to ever comprehend. I hardly survived an IV being put in. Imagine watching someone beat your child, spit on your child and kill him when He did nothing wrong. Not only that, He was dying for the very sins of the ones who beat Him and spit on Him. (Praise the Lord we are reminded this Sunday that the story doesn't end there :).
When Tim got there, he saw the nurse I had yelled at about using the phone. He said, "Hi, ??". After she walked out, I said, "do you know her?". He said, "yeah. she is one of my patients". I said, "oh, that's great. I yelled at her about the phone". I have felt guilty about that since. I need to send her an apology note. I am so embarrassed. God didn't let me get away with that one. My flesh can be SO brutally ugly.
*Side note: The boys and I are memorizing Galatians 5:16-26 in the NIRV. It is a cool version (R stands for Readers). You may want to try it with your kids and see how God uses it in YOUR life. I know He has used it in mine since we started memorizing it:
"So I say, live by the Holy Spirit's power. Then you will not do what your sinful nature wants you to do.
The sinful nature does not want what the Spirit delights in. And the Spirit does not want what the sinful nature delights in. The two are at war with each other. That's what makes you do what you don't want to do. But if you are led by the Spirit, you are not under the authority of the law.
What the sinful nature does is clear. It enjoys sexual sins, impure acts and wild living. It worships statues of gods. It also worships evil powers. It is full of hatred and fighting. It is full of jealousy and fits of anger. It is interested only in getting ahead. It stirs up trouble. It separates people into their own little groups. It wants what others have. It gets drunk and takes part in wild parties. It does many things of that kind. I warn you now as I did before. People who live like that will not receive God's kingdom.
But the fruit the Holy Spirit produces is love, joy and peace. It is being patient, kind and good. It is being faithful and gentle and having control of oneself. There is no law against things of that kind.
Those who belong to Christ Jesus have nailed their sinful nature to his cross. They don't want what their sinful nature loves and longs for.
Since we live by the Spirit, let us march in step with the Spirit. Let us not become proud. Let us not make each other angry. Let us not want what belongs to others."
I love "let us march in step with the Spirit". Tim showed them the beginning of A Few Good Men to help them understand what it means to March in Step.
Click HERE if you want to show your kids. This has really challenged me to desire to march in step with the Holy Spirit in my life.
Back to the story...Lake was in the hospital for 3 days. I stayed right beside him watching him breathe and holding the oxygen mask over his face. I cried as I grieved for him. I cried because of how emotionally exhausted and physically exhausted I was. I didn't change clothes or leave him at all. I loved sleeping in the uncomfortable bed with him. He was so sweet the whole time. Kind to the nurses (unlike his mommy). He let them come in and bother him and never cried. He did his breathing treatment round the clock and never complained. It was a miracle my most rambunctious child stayed in a bed for 3 days.
I remembered this as I was laying in bed with him in the hospital. 2 nights before he got sick, I had just gotten Hope settled. I was so tired. It was my chance to FINALLY go to sleep when I felt like the Lord spoke to my heart to go upstairs and pray for Lake. If you follow me on facebook, you saw that I had asked for prayer for him. I didn't want to get out of bed. I was so tired but as I continued to lay there, I knew this was an obedience issue. So, I got out of bed and went and got a little tiny jar of oil someone gave us a while ago and walked upstairs into the boys bunk room. They were all sound asleep. I walked over to Lake and got down on my knees. I made a little cross on his forehead and prayed over his life. For his healing from food allergies, for his protection, for God to bless him and draw him to Himself. I always pray for Lake to be a worshiper (as I do with all of my children) but I think Lake has been given musical gifts. I walked out of the room and got back in bed. I will never know what I may have caused or prevented by that prayer. But, that was God using my prayers because He knew what was about to happen and I didn't. Did I summon angels on Lake's behalf? Did my prayer save his life? I bet God will tell me in heaven.
Pretty cool, huh? How I wished I was much more obedient in prayer than I am.
I also thought of the worship song, "This is the Air I breathe" by Hillsong and continued to pray that Jesus Christ would be the air Lake breathes his whole life.
I loved getting all that one-on-one time with Lake in the hospital. My love for him went to a whole nother level even though I didn't know that was possible.
They think this severe asthma attack was triggered from a cold. He will have to be on breathing treatments for years and maybe life. I am SO SAD for him.