I have been watching Qavah sleep for the past two hours, thankful to God for the blessing of sleep. Her pain level was so high the nurse used three different drugs to put her into a deep enough sleep to be at rest. I had a flashback tonight while I was waiting for the drugs to take over and give her relief. It was a scene from last Fall. She was dressed like a princess and walked down the isle of a church throwing rose petals at her cousin's wedding. She tossed them with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. She was so lovely, and I knew how much it meant to her to be with family, and to see her cousins. She has since worn the flower girl dress for a fancy tea party with Annelise. The pictures in my memory are so vivid that they were a gift to me over the past two hours. I am imagining her back on her feet, twinkling with joy, and as long as I hold that picture in my mind, despair becomes a fleeting thing.
Next June, another cousin is getting married and Qavah doesn't know it yet, but she is going to be asked to be a flower girl. I can sit beside her hospital bed and imagine what a day of rejoicing that will be; for the happy couple, and for Qavah. There are many beautiful moments in store for her. My prayer tonight is, "Lord, hasten the day."
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Hebrews 11:1