Saturday, January 12, 2008
In the Hospital/My Prayer
My Grandson, Austen, is in the hospital again. His mother, Gwen, said he wouldn't stop screaming and she knew something was wrong. They admitted him, last nite. Today, they did a spinal tap. The poor baby cried so terribly, she said. At 3 months old, this child has gone through way too much. I pray that God heals his memory and he will not remember all this poking prodding, IV's and so on.
My God is an awesome God. I know that he is the Great Physician and has the power to heal this child. I pray that he will make Austen comfortable and allow him to breathe.
Can you imagine how it feels, the anxiety that goes along with not being able to catch your breath? I pray that my Lord, gives Austen calm assurance. My faith dictates that God is moving in his life and it is all for a reason. But I am praying for some hard core intervention.
May the Angels flutter around him. May they entertain him. I plead the blood of Jesus upon this child. I plead and beg you, Oh Heavenly Father, to intercede and take away this anguish. Take away this pain and sickness. Lord, if this child must have Cystic Fibrosis, can't he have the bare minimum of symptoms? You have this power my Lord.
May they look upon this child and know that it was you that healed him. May it all be to glorify your name. You are the one true God, it is futile to even think of anything greater than You. Yes, my Lord, I come to you now. I come to you asking for healing. I come to you and ask that you open doors, to get Austen in a safe place. I ask you to minister to his weary mother and show her what to do, to help him. I ask that you give the Doctors the wisdom to help Austen. I also ask that you keep all evil away from this child. He belongs to you and they test this.
You are wonderful and glorious and I sing your praises. When I called just now, the report was that Austen was improving. I thank you so very much Lord because I know, it is only because you've touched his little body.
You are my Master, I come to you and you only. You are the only answer. The resounding fact is that this child will perish without your help. Come to him now, Sweet Jesus and lay your hands upon his little body and heal him. I ask all this in Jesus name. Amen
Posted by ~Babz~ at 2:07 PM