Prayer.
I had SO many ideas for blog posts to write bumping around in my head that I have put off writing any for a while because I had no idea where to start. So to get back into it, I thought I would start with the most important. Prayer.
I have always considered myself a pretty religious person. I grew up in Catholic schools and was in church every Sunday with my family. In college my faith really became my own after several eye-opening prayer experiences. Then, Dave and I had a long journey finding a church and faith that worked for both of us together before we got married, and after. So, based on those prior statements, I thought I had a close relationship with God - until I became a parent.
Now all I do is pray. Prayers of Thanksgiving for the family God has blessed me with. Prayers for him to help Dave and I be the parents he wants us to be. Prayers to keep Luke safe and healthy. Prayers for patience. And the list goes on. When Luke was in the hospital last week, my every thought was a constant prayer.
I was terrified from the time I got the call from Luke's doctor on Tuesday until he was off the ventilator on Saturday. God answered our big prayers of a safe procedure and a healthy baby, but he helped us through with small asks along the way as well.
Of all the things I could have been concerned about, we found out that Luke couldn't eat from 6 a.m. to 11 a.m. when his procedure would start. This made me so anxious. Let me tell you, the kid is a MESS if he can't eat when he is hungry and he usually eats about every 3 hours. He has been sleeping through the night for weeks, but the doctor's suggestion was to get him up in the middle of the night and feed him and then to feed him around 5:30 as well. Well, I prayed about this too - they say no prayer is too small right?
So I set my alarm to wake Luke up to eat around 2, but heard him rustling around at 1:45, hungry and ready to eat. WHAT? He hasn't done this in months. I put him back down in his crib when he was done and just smiled. The next morning he made it the whole 5 hours without having a breakdown, he was sleeping when they came to get him for his surgery.
I'm not really sure what the point of this post is - I know that it's getting long, and is rambling, but I just know I felt compelled to write it and to share how powerful prayer can be both in big and little ways. I very much realized how much everything and everyone in my life is in God's hands this past week, and how much prayer can do. So not to be a bible beater, but give God a chance to work in your life, I bet you'll be amazed at what he can do.
I have always considered myself a pretty religious person. I grew up in Catholic schools and was in church every Sunday with my family. In college my faith really became my own after several eye-opening prayer experiences. Then, Dave and I had a long journey finding a church and faith that worked for both of us together before we got married, and after. So, based on those prior statements, I thought I had a close relationship with God - until I became a parent.
Now all I do is pray. Prayers of Thanksgiving for the family God has blessed me with. Prayers for him to help Dave and I be the parents he wants us to be. Prayers to keep Luke safe and healthy. Prayers for patience. And the list goes on. When Luke was in the hospital last week, my every thought was a constant prayer.
I was terrified from the time I got the call from Luke's doctor on Tuesday until he was off the ventilator on Saturday. God answered our big prayers of a safe procedure and a healthy baby, but he helped us through with small asks along the way as well.
Of all the things I could have been concerned about, we found out that Luke couldn't eat from 6 a.m. to 11 a.m. when his procedure would start. This made me so anxious. Let me tell you, the kid is a MESS if he can't eat when he is hungry and he usually eats about every 3 hours. He has been sleeping through the night for weeks, but the doctor's suggestion was to get him up in the middle of the night and feed him and then to feed him around 5:30 as well. Well, I prayed about this too - they say no prayer is too small right?
So I set my alarm to wake Luke up to eat around 2, but heard him rustling around at 1:45, hungry and ready to eat. WHAT? He hasn't done this in months. I put him back down in his crib when he was done and just smiled. The next morning he made it the whole 5 hours without having a breakdown, he was sleeping when they came to get him for his surgery.
I'm not really sure what the point of this post is - I know that it's getting long, and is rambling, but I just know I felt compelled to write it and to share how powerful prayer can be both in big and little ways. I very much realized how much everything and everyone in my life is in God's hands this past week, and how much prayer can do. So not to be a bible beater, but give God a chance to work in your life, I bet you'll be amazed at what he can do.
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