These will be just basic details, because the extensive details are so numerous, even I have a hard time keeping up with them. Tori took Micah to the doctor today. The doctor diagnosed Micah with “mild cerebral palsy”. They took some blood to do tests to see if he also has Muscular Dystrophy. The doctor was not saying that he had Muscular Dystrophy, but that they did need to test for it. We certainly are praying that he does not have that. She actually told us about one of the doctors who had treated Micah before in the hospital; how he had mild cerebral palsy as a child. It does not have to affect the mind; it does however, affect someone physically. She said Micah would probably not be able to be involved in sports. There are different levels of CP and we will have no way of knowing the full outcome until is about 2 years old. Even Muscular Dystrophy has different “levels” and cannot fully be ruled out until he is a little older. So we ask for everyone's prayers, that if God is willing he not have Muscular Dystrophy, and will be as healthy and normal as possible.
Needless to say, this has been an emotionally draining day.
There has been other times in life, when God has shown me two possible paths life could take; one being deliverance, the other being suffering. I told God then, before finding out which path I would be taken down, that I would praise His name, and serve Him regardless of His decision. Every other time, I have landed on the trail of deliverance. He, in His omnipotent wisdom, has chosen the other path. And I say, with steadfast resolve, “Great is the LORD, and worthy to be praised!”
Micah’s path has become partly revealed. And although it is not the path we would have chosen, I know that God’s grace is sufficient, and His power is made perfect in our weakness. It reminds me of a woman named Annie Flint. She wrote this poem after having been riddled with arthritis, lying on pillows, joints swollen, not even able to control her bladder. It was in that state of physical anguish, that she penned these words, that quell my heart now…
He sendeth more strength, when the labors increase
To added affliction, He added His mercy
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace
When we have exhausted our store of endurance
When our strength has failed and the day is half done
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s forgiving has only begun
His love has no limit
His grace has no measure
His power has no boundaries
Known unto man
For all of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth and giveth and giveth again
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