A Little Prayer for a Little Boy

Things are never as they seem. You will never know someone’s story unless you are willing to listen and they are willing to tell you. Sometimes all it takes is a simple question from one person to another. I think we all get caught up in our daily lives. Oh we ask the question, “how are you?” Do we really want to know the answer? Would we really listen if the other person told us. I try to listen, but sometimes my day to day life gets in the way.

I’ve told you all about my mom, at least a lot about her. I’ve told you little bits about my life. I’ve left the major stuff out because I feel terribly uncomfortable sharing so much. I’ve left off the drama and the present real-life things because they are private and I love my bubble. Without knowing, I’ve retreated back into my bubble. 

As uncomfortable as it is, I feel like I need to ask a favor to all who read.

It requires a little story.

Earlier in the year my son was sick. No big deal, just strep. I had it off and on all my life. Your throat hurts and you go to the doctor. They cram a cotton swab down your throat and then you get medicine. You get better. So did my son.

A couple of weeks ago, the weather started changing. Spring is coming. It is the time of year that we all get colds. My son ran a fever, then my daughter, then my husband. Finally it was my turn. I’m still getting over mine. Last week my son started running another fever and he said his throat hurt. I know what that means so I took him to the doctor, they did a strep test and sent us home with medicine. By late afternoon he started complaining that his knee and ankles hurt. He didn’t have a fever and he said his throat hurt only a little. By bath time, his knee was swollen and he was covered with a rash. My first thought was that he was having an allergic reaction to the medicine. My husband rushed him to the after hour doctor. After what he felt like was a thorough exam the doctor said that he had rheumatic fever. She gave him a shot and told us to contact our pediatrician the next morning which I did. During that call, his rash turned to giant hives and his knee began to swell. We rushed him to his doctor, they agreed that it was rheumatic fever. More medicine and a referral to see a cardiologist.

So here we had a little boy that was super itchy and two parents thinking the worst. His doctor assured us that it was just precautionary. She also added that our son was only the second case she had ever seen. She felt like he would be just fine and sent us home.

The fever left but the hives took a few days. We have an appointment with a cardiologist for next week. I’m not terribly worried, but you never know.

I don’t like to ask for help. I like to ask for donations.

Today I am asking for prayers. Not for me, for my little boy. Again, I believe he is fine. I believe God is taking care of us. I also believe that sometimes God’s plans are different from ours.

My babies are gifts. We prayed for a long time for a baby and God decided that we needed two. We have two miracles who have amazing stories to tell when they are older. My kids have a purpose that is yet to be realized by them. My kids are destined for great things. Those that know my family know the story and know I am right. 

We are experiencing a tiny little bump in the road. Yes, there could be damage to his heart and yes it will be treatable. I believe that he will be given a clean and clear heart report. But then you never know.

Prayers. That’s all I am asking for. I believe that you should be specific when you pray and now, if you choose, you can. 

I’m not comfortable because I feel that I have revealed too much about my son and our life. I also feel that God needs us to work together. I have been trying so hard for so long to do it myself. I am worn out. 

I am reading the Bible in a year. Spreading His word is important and it always has been. I don’t’ do it because my relationship with God has always been private. I think it is time that I stop trying to do it by myself. It is time that I ask the village for help.

So, please, before you close your eyes to sleep tonight will you ask God to take care of my little boy? More specifically, will you ask for God to let him be just fine? 

I am grateful for those who choose to read my ramblings. I am grateful for those who include my son in their prayers.

I’ll keep you posted.