On Sunday mornings when we arrive home from church, Katy is usually about ready to get out of bed for the day, but she always has to read the church bulletin and hear about the sermon first. Typically, we sit on her bed and tell her who we saw and talked to and usually she’ll ask about certain people that we have been praying for.
This morning during communion I had an idea that we could bring the elements home with us and her dad, an ordained Presbyterian elder, could serve her communion. When we got home and went into her room we told her today was communion Sunday. Before she had a chance to feel left out, Paul opened his Bible and began to read and serve communion. She was delighted. She took the bread and then the cup and I thought about how merciful God was to allow her to enjoy swallowing today. I watched Paul place his hand on her head to give her a blessing and I felt so grateful that it is one “meal” that feeds her soul. It was another precious moment to ponder later.
After our small group left tonight, Katy kept saying that she felt so great. It isn’t that there is any remarkable physical miracle to report. It isn’t that things have improved greatly. It is the joy of loving and being loved that has her awake, and it’s nearly midnight. To sing praises, to share a time of prayer for others, to be able to sit at the table and enjoy a little bit of tasty food, all of these things are delightful gifts from the Lord to be appreciated. We thank Him tonight that Katy was able to eat about four hundred calories again today. Every bite and every swallow gives us something to be excited about.
This coming week we are looking forward to our time together in New York. We all have our own agendas. I want to learn how best to care for Katy and spend time with the other moms. Paul wants a chance to dialog with scientists so he can figure this whole thing out. Katy wants to see her friends. We’ll have the long trip home to talk about everything we’ve seen, heard, and learned. Paul and I have to laugh at times when we ask ourselves, “What did we do before we had children?”Comments: