My Prayer

How great is our God that we can go to Him with all things? We have the freedom, the approach, the time and ability. We can take it all to Him, we can be as raw as we need to be, we can lay it all out with boldness, confidence and mercy. (Hebrews 4:15-16).

With every passing day I am learning more and more that this world is not my home. The Lord is coming back someday for His children and every knee will bow, every tongue will confess that He is Lord. (Romans 14:11)

Port and I have never needed a diagnosis of any sort to know that there were things going on with Riley. When I was around 17 wks pregnant with Riley and on bed rest for complete placenta privia, the Lord spoke so clearly to me. He told me then that Riley would be different, that she wouldn't be normal according to the standards of the world but not to fear for she is fearfully and wonderfully made, just as Psalm 139 tells me. He told me that she would teach us and show us things we had never known before, that she will lead others to Him by what she endures. We knew then, that whatever lay ahead was God's will for our lives and what a roller coaster it's been since then.

Funny how once the Lord Almighty confirms something to you, leads you to a divine moment with Him (and I've had many of these since Riley's birth) the enemy will come in to tear you down, causing doubt. I have struggled for months, more so now, that I have given Port a sick baby, a baby who is not normal or well, one that I cannot make well for there is no cure. I carried her for 9 months, she grew in my body. I did something wrong.

Since then, maybe I didn't fight hard enough. I've learned that with some doctors, not all, but some you must fight and fight hard. I fight like hell for Riley with each doctor that comes our way. I treat them with respect and try hard to show them that Christ dwells within me, but I fight.

After an entire week of no news on her brain MRI, I threatened to go to the neuro's office until he would see me. This approach is one I've used several times in the past with other doctors who don't feel Riley deserves their time. Still with no help I waited one more day. I left 9 messages over the course of a week. I then called back and said I would be at the office in the morning to take Riley's records and results, that JAG would escort me if I asked them to do so.

In the meantime I called Riley's Ped, knowing she has access to test results ect. I asked her to read them to me and explained that the neuro was too busy, unwilling to help. She read to me what maybe we expected but hurt beyond what words can express. There is an abnormality on Riley's brain that represents seizures. We do not know that Riley has or hasn't had seizures because they come in so many different types and forms. But there is a spot there. It looks as though it has been there since birth. My heart hit the floor.

"How will I tell my husband Lord? Am I to prepare for seizures, has she been having them without me knowing? Lord, has she suffered with this and now 27 months later we know about it? Why do the reports keep coming, why after Port is away? Why didn't the doctor call?" While many say to be thankful for answers, we are weary of them in ways.

"Lord you made her but nothing appears right; her lungs, her feet, her legs, her throat, her stomach, hear ears. She has tubes Lord, in her ears and stomach. She has braces on her feet Lord. She is in more therapies a week than I can make possible. Her brain. Her genetics. What else???? Forgive me Lord for questioning you. Forgive me for looking at your work as "not right." Forgive me for making it about me...how I feel as a failure in carrying her, how I could be doing so much better with my husband away. It's not at all about me but all about you Lord."

I don't understand this fallen world. I don't understand why doctors play around with the brain of a human being. I don't understand that lack of compassion as the neuro finally calls back to say, "we have something to discuss with you but it's no emergency. Can you come in to talk in 2 weeks?"

"Bring my husband home Lord, I need him. Bring him now. Take us to doctors that are filled with you. Bless those who pray constantly for us, who help us faithfully by serving and getting out of their boat. You make all things beautiful in your time and Riley is beautiful. She was made by the Creator, knit together in the secret place. Strengthen your people, that those who do not know you will. Forgive us. May we praise you and show thanksgiving in all things, may we bless your Holy Name in the midst of unbearable heartache. It's ok if you don't heal her, it's ok if you choose not too....but please give us the strength and courage to take the next step, whatever that may be."

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.