Tomorrow is Hope's MRI

Well, tomorrow is Hopey's next "big day". We take her to Vanderbilt Children's Hospital at 9am to find out more about her little heart.

How do I feel?

My emotions are all over the place; a true indication of mortal weakness. I cry sometimes but at other times I laugh wildly at the silliest things.....my nerves are on high alert leaving me with a tingling sensation in my fingers and toes (and making typing a bit difficult at the moment).....I either eat like a total pig or can't manage a single bite.....I talk non-stop and very loudly or am stone silent....and I stay busy with something (or even nothing) most all of the time....writing songs with Lydia, dead-heading my flower garden, cooking, cleaning, reading, taxi-ing Caleb around to ball practices, and of course, being completely goofy with Hope and Charlie....making them laugh as much as is earthly possible. Occupying my time and mind with the mundane helps me to pass time. Nights are the true dread of my life each day right now. The quiet and darkness make sleep something my body mocks.

Thank you for all of your prayers and support. We are on our knees praying for a complete and total mirale tomorrow with all of the faith we can muster. Today is a day for boldness and power as we slip into our spiritual armor. When we walk into the hospital tomorrow, TRUTH will be buckled around our waist and RIGHTEOUSNESS will shine as bright as the sun on our chests. Our feet will carry us in PEACE, and in our left hand we will grip tightly to FAITH. SALVATION will be our cover and our right hand will be ready to swing the WORD OF GOD like a sword whenever needed.

There is nothing that can destroy the enemy aside from God's Word---In Ephesians 6, every other weapon is a protective weapon. But the SWORD, it is an offensive weapon that can be used to DESTROY. Right now, I would love nothing more than to absolutely obliterate Hope's aneurysm with God's Word!!! Believe me, I am using His Word for that very purpose. This momma woke from fits of broken slumber ready for a fight, and ready to stand for her baby girl against the enemy's evil schemes. Power from on high is filling me and regenerating me through your many prayers. I literally feel it.

As a young child, I hid God's Word in my heart when I went through years of Bible Drills on Sunday evenings at my beloved country church. In times like these, I find His Words springing forth from my mouth without my search for them. God's protection. The battle is on.