Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Well, tomorrow Shepherd has surgery scheduled to get his tracheostomy. I'm very tired right now, so I will try to keep this short (that's what I always say, we'll see). I would be lying to say that I am "ok" with the events planned for tomorrow, but I think we accept them on a level. It's just simply put...hard. So please keep Shepherd and our family in your prayers tomorrow and throughout the week as he recovers. Part of me just hates even having to write this post. I had so hoped this would never be a reality. But I know, with God's tender love, we can face what each day will hold, what each moment holds. We asked the ENT surgeon, as he was leaving, what needed to happen for them to cancel Shep's tracheostomy. He said that his CPAP would have to come out by some freak accident, then for no apparent reason the alarms that would normally go off would break, and oddly no nurses would notice for hours, until they came in to find Sheperd breathing perfectly fine on his own.
ok, so, now you all know exactly how to pray. Get to it.
He' son the books for 3pm, but it could be anytime of the day. We'll keep you posted. Thanks.