lee boy had surgery.

Lee in his "special pj's" playing with toys waiting.

With Papa.

more toys. more waiting

About a month and a half ago now (I’m so behind) our little Lee boy had to have a small surgery done to get some things that didn’t fully work themselves out during prenatal development fixed. The surgeon assured us that it was a standard and low-risk procedure but it would require an anesthesia-induced sleep.

Try as I might to fight it, on the days leading up to the surgery the thought that kept creeping into my mind was “what if something happened? Something can always happen.”

I got really anxious.

Partially because it’s true that something can always go wrong and partially because anxiety is real for me, I thought a lot of scary thoughts.

Eventually though, I found myself thinking about what it must have felt like for God to sacrifice His Son, as the center of the plan that redeems all of us.  It’s quite hard to actually grasp the depth and breadth of that sacrifice for both Father and Son.

I could try and share more of my insights where that is concerned but I have a hard time finding words that could adequately describe what that sacrifice means.

The whole experience became another example of how good God is.

(A recurring theme for me, I know, good thing it’s a good theme, right?)

Somehow He managed to turn something, like my struggles with anxiety, into a chance to gain insight, understanding and strengthened faith in His perfect goodness and the perfection of His plan for me and everyone else for that matter. 

Post-surgery before he woke up from the anesthesia.

Lee boy’s surgery went well, he was in a lot of pain that day but his recovery was remarkably quick. It was a long, scary/stressful day but we absolutely felt the prayers and fasting offered in his behalf throughout the day. And kids truley do bounce back so quickly, it is a miracle.  

We even had some inspired and wonderful friends offer to bring us dinner that night, first time having jambalaya…good gravy it is delicious.

I love my boys.  I am more grateful than ever for the miracle of even having them and that, on top of that, they have healthy, proper-functioning bodies.