Last evening, I wrote that my nine (9) year old grandson S, is in hospital.
If you've read yesterday's entry, you'll know that S had his tonsils removed, Friday. You will also know that S has a heart problem: Supraventricular Tachycardia with evidence of Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome.
In fact, S was born prematurely, with emergency surgery necessary, because his fetal heart rate was more than double what it it should have been. When neonatoligists here in Windsor couldn't get his newborn heart rate under control, he spent some time in London, Ontario (2 - 2 1/2 hr. drive from home), where the nearest pediatric heart specialist was located.
This heart problem means that S cannot have many meds, even cough syrup. Surgery is dangerous, for he is not supposed to have anesthesia, either. Friday, he had this, plus Morphine for pain.
Saturday afternoon, he was at home, but extremely sick. My daughter P took him back to the hospital. S was severely dehydrated, his glands and throat were swollen, had a throat infection, his heart rate was not stable and on top of all this, it is believed that he may be allergic to Morphine.
Needless to say, S was a very sick little boy. I visited with him and his Mom, this afternoon. S seemed to be feeling improved; he was finally able to eat ice cream and other soft, cold foods. How long he will be in hospital, only God knows. Hopefully, he'll be home, soon.
In any case, I praise God and thank Jesus for protecting S and my daughter P (who suffers from Lupus), who is feeling worn out and thankfully, less stressed. I thank you, who prayed and continue to pray for S and P. May God bless you, now and always.
Talking about God, if there is one thing that bothers me about some people, is when they irreverently call God...The Man Upstairs.
In the past, I've asked some of those who have used that phrase if they are saved or born-again. Maybe it is different with you, but in my experience, most have admitted they are not. It doesn't surprise me, for I have never met a born-again, Bible-believing Christian who would call their God this name.
God means everything to me. When I say I cannot take my next breath without Him, I mean it. Even so, life is hard.
For me, life has been filled with trial after trial. I know. God tells us in Hebrews 12:6, "For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth." In addition, He tells us in Malachi 3:2, "But who may abide the day of his coming? and who shall stand when he appears? for he is like a refiner's fire..."
In short, while God does not do anything to harm us, He does allow trials in our lives, to mold us into the people He wants us to be. He is obviously still molding me into the person He wants me to be.
Grief has broken me. I feel like it's been the icing on the cake of a life that has not been all I had hoped it would be. But then, no one ever promised us a rose garden.
Even so, God has always been there for me. Through trial after trial, He's been with me. Always.
Celine Dion is not a favourite artist of mine, even though she has a lovely voice. Still, her song Call The Man is a beautiful song.
In my opinion, it makes no difference if your heart is filled with love and full of joy, or is broken or empty, I am sure you'll appreciate not only the song, but what is written in this YouTube clip:
Did you enjoy reading what was written on the video? I did. The words struck close to home. Reality is knowing that in this world, there are very few people who love you (unconditionally, as God would have us do)...for you. Most love you for what you can do for them. Some don't like you, at all.
Wow! What a world! I'm glad it won't be this way, in heaven.
Until next time...
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