Finding Rest

Naturally, Cayman was very doped for awhile after her surgery. From recovery she came back to the step down unit again. Cayman's nurse is very attentive to her needs, as well as ours. She insisted Mike and I get a nap while Cayman rested herself. We slept in recliner chairs in a room adjacent from the step down unit. We can't sleep by her bedside here in case they would need to quickly access her. A sleeping parent would get in the way. The recliners were not the most comfortable but after being awake for 30 hours you do not get picky about your sleep, just as long as it can happen.

Two hours later, I woke up to a gentle call of my name. I opened my dry, tired eyes, blinking a few times to focus both my vision and thoughts back to reality. Mike was standing over me with a sweet smile on his face telling me Cayman was awake and playing. He also delivered me the news that he was able to get a room for us at the Med Inn.

We stayed there during Cayman's last hospital stay in October for her heart surgery. It's a hotel that is connected to the hospital and the entrance can be accessed right from the 5th floor, which is where Cayman is at. Last time it made our stay here as comfortable as possible. We could go back to the hotel room, take a short nap or shower, or just get away for a bit without leaving the hospital premises. The downfall to the Med Inn is the expense of the room per night. We do not normally try to get into the Med Inn for that reason, but I want to share a little story because I believe it will bring glory to God and hopefully will not be mistaken for any sort of bragging to our name.

This past week, Mike and I received an unexpected card in the mail with a sweet, sweet letter in it from a couple that we do not know. They wish for their names to remain anonymous. They enclosed a check with the letter saying, they had felt God move in them to give. The amount is enough to cover the hotel and our food expenses here.

My heart is humbled and grateful to my Lord for reminding us He is there every step of the way.

I was sitting here next to Cayman's bedside tonight, rubbing her forehead and praying she would know we are here with her, that she would not feel abandonment in this time. I would imagine she could feel scared. She knows this is not home. She might not understand why she hurts or why her head feels whoozie. There is no way I can explain it to her so she'll understand that she needed that IV, that she needed surgery in order to make things better, that her belly had to go hungry for awhile so the surgery could go smooth. Even though she cannot understand, I wish for her to trust and feel at peace knowing that her Daddy and I are by her side.

My thoughts rested on the faithfulness of my Heavenly Father. Through my emotions, He spoke the same thing to me:

I know you feel scared. I know you do not understand why you have all this pain. Even though I can't explain it to you in a way you'll understand, I hope you will trust and feel peace knowing I am right by your side, never to leave you.

And that is where we rest tonight, in the arms of our loving Jesus!

Thanks for your prayers!!

Kristen