There was a new picture of Isaiah tonight on fb. A little boy with a bright smile his brother and sister at his side. He wasn't quite looking at the camera. His skin was pale compared to the tan of his siblings. He too, is one of those few brave ones. The ones who recover against all odds.
I have a hard time looking at pictures like that. It brings back a lot of memories. It stirs up emotions that I have quietly tucked away like winter clothing because it's now summer. Neatly folded and set out of sight because it isn't needed any more. The pictures bring back those very first moments. Those emotions flood back as if I'm standing beside the hospital bed once again. The rush of tears, the uncontrollable audible gasp of sadness, and then the swallowing of it all deep inside because "she can hear you". It's all still there - just as if it happened today. It makes my muscles tense, my eyes fill with tears, and my throat clench. It always takes me a bit to pack it back away - fold it neatly and place it in the drawer - and breath a sigh of relief as I close the drawer.
Tonight - my prayers are for Isaiah and his family. I have been there - waiting just as his parents are waiting. Father God, they are waiting on a miracle. I pray it comes quickly. I pray Isaiah will soon return home, that he will walk, that he will see, that he will draw, and that he will get to live the rest of his life without tumors. I pray his parents will have rest and peace knowing it is all in your loving hands. Amen.
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