{"id":741,"date":"2013-03-11T21:07:43","date_gmt":"2013-03-11T21:07:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kandynolesstevens.com\/?p=741"},"modified":"2013-03-11T21:07:43","modified_gmt":"2013-03-11T21:07:43","slug":"surgery-no-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.realsweetgrace.com\/blog\/?p=741","title":{"rendered":"Surgery No. 7"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/kandynolesstevens.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/09\/brothers.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-446\" alt=\"brothers\" src=\"http:\/\/kandynolesstevens.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/09\/brothers.jpg\" width=\"497\" height=\"372\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Middle of the night,<\/p>\n<p>Sleep wouldn\u2019t come.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">I looked for you there, snuggled in my bed,\u00a0 calling out Your name.<\/p>\n<p>I lay there waiting for Your peace, hoping Your loving hands would wrap around me with the message,<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDaughter, I am here. Your boy will be just fine.\u00a0 He, too, is in my hands.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\">I rested knowing that I know You heard my pleas.<\/p>\n<p>Routine as normal \u2013 dogs, breakfast, school.<\/p>\n<p>Our other routine \u2013 surgery\u00a0prep came next.<\/p>\n<p>Pack, prepare, read, re-read, do anything however small to take your mind off what comes next.<\/p>\n<p>The clock ticks slowly, but it now says it is time to go.<\/p>\n<p>My momma heart aches.\u00a0 I know this is going to hurt.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">If he\u2019s afraid, he doesn\u2019t show it.\u00a0 Once again, he is comforting me.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Thank you, God, that this time . . . this time the surgery is on our home turf.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">We aren\u2019t splintered as a family.<\/p>\n<p>Again, I wanted to feel your peace.<\/p>\n<p>After necessary paperwork to the surgical suite we go.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>I found You there.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>as our pastor was praying with someone else.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>A gentle reminder that we are not the only ones that hurt.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Off we go to his room.<\/p>\n<p>I have to smile because maybe it should have our name on it because it is the room I had in the fall.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Stevens Family Surgical Suite<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">By now, our new family tradition is trips to hospitals with March being our \u201ccelebration\u201d month.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Three of the seven surgeries took place in March.<\/p>\n<p>Questions<\/p>\n<p>Questions<\/p>\n<p>More questions<\/p>\n<p>Then it came. . . the dreaded question.<\/p>\n<p>What did you do to get here?<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Nothing.\u00a0 He did absolutely nothing.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Grief washes over . . . loss of a child, loss of a childhood, two brothers changed forever.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>I found You there<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>when the boy comforts the nurse who realizes what she said.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>He comforts her like she is the one who has walked our story.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Later things don\u2019t go as we had hoped for the IV.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>I found You there<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>as the nurse asks for God\u2019s hands to guide hers.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align:right;\" align=\"center\">Relief fills the room.<\/p>\n<p>More questions<\/p>\n<p>Laughter stemming from how small town news travels fast<\/p>\n<p>We pray.<\/p>\n<p>Prayer &#8211;\u00a0it is the only thing that makes sense.<\/p>\n<p>It is what I\u2019ve been doing since the middle of the night.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>I found You there<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>as hands &#8211; \u00a0loving, healing hands were placed<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>as words were prayed from your Words.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It is time to go.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">I sat<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">I prayed<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">I kept my mind busy by keeping my hands busy<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>I found You there<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>when an old friend stopped to see someone else<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>She simply smiled and said, \u00a0&#8220;Look at the possibilities.&#8221;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Look at the possibilities!<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">She dared us to dream.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Not just for the immediate future but for where Your plans were taking us.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Dreaming with new hope.<\/p>\n<p>Wait<\/p>\n<p>Wait<\/p>\n<p>Wait<\/p>\n<p>It is done. We talk with the surgeon.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>I found You there<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>When the surgeon said she wished all her patients were as healthy.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>After all he\u2019s been through, her words give us new perspective.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Now he just has to awaken.<\/p>\n<p>Wait<\/p>\n<p>Wait<\/p>\n<p>Wait more.<\/p>\n<p>He\u2019s starting to rouse.\u00a0 We can come back to the suite.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">Seeing something for the first time that I wasn\u2019t sure I would ever see.<\/p>\n<p>Five years! We have waited five years for this chance.<\/p>\n<p>This could be a game changer for him.<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps this is the end of this part of the story.<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">We are left alone and<\/p>\n<p align=\"right\"><i>slowly . . . <\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\"><i>I feel them coming. I cannot stop them.<\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\"><i>big,\u00a0BIG tears start to stream down. <\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\"><i>I look across the room to see my tears mirrored in the Daddy\u2019s face. <\/i><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>I found You there<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><strong>as we realized it would all be okay . . .<\/strong><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\"><b><i>because You were there all along.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\"><em>And now, <strong>his feet<\/strong> can follow wherever You lead him. <\/em><\/p>\n<p align=\"right\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Middle of the night, Sleep wouldn\u2019t come. I looked for you there, snuggled in my bed,\u00a0 calling out Your name. I lay there waiting for Your peace, hoping Your loving hands would wrap around me with the message, \u201cDaughter, I am here. 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