Tears pool, threatening to make their uninvited appearance. The heart aches. The situation seems grave. Phone calls are made. Tears are violently pushed aside, deep breaths, the lump in my throat is firmly lodged and refuses to leave.
Then the request is made...."please pray! He isn't doing well."
Finally a text is received and a smile cracks the mascara marked cheeks...
Surgery went well and he is back in ICU. Doctors and nurses are doing what they do best; caring and tending to every detail for his best recovery. God has a plan...still has a plan...has ALWAYS had a plan.
The LORD gives strength to his people; the LORD blesses his people with peace. Psalm 29:11
Wow! That was beautiful! When did you go to Poetry school and become a Poet?
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