Waiting

Today wasn't as good as yesterday, but we ended the day happily (after a major freaking out and sobbing that a french fry hurt her throat)
 We ended with our sweet 8-year-old eating almost an entire uncrustable 
(she said it was super soft!), 
plus a yogurt tube. 

{When we end the day with tears that she's hungry and can't eat, 

my heart shatters and my panic level skyrockets}.

 She also ate an entire McDonald's cheeseburger at lunch time (CRAZY!),

 and drank like 20 ounces of slushee, so all-in-all, pretty good. 

 I mean, when you list it out like that, that's fairly normal amounts for an 8-year-old.

She said over-and-over her throat wasn't as good as yesterday,

 and I told her over-and-over that people are praying and praying and praying.  

That encourages her heart as well as my own.

Thank you.

We simply wait on all the test results.

We wait, 

and we plead with the Lord for Him to show mercy.

And I plead with the Lord for him to help my heart to handle it,

if even the worst is true.

Words from Spurgeon are speaking to my heart tonight:

"Let the morrow be what it may, our God is the God of tomorrow. 

Whatever events may have happened, which to us are unknown, 

our Jehovah is God of the unknown as well as of the known. 

We are determined to trust the LORD, come what may.  

If the very worst should happen, our od is still the greatest and the best.  

Therefore we will not fear...The Lord liveth, and what can His children fear?"

Truly, what is there to fear?  Let the morrow be what it may.

Thank you for praying with us and for us.  We wait.