Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Prayers Needed Please???

2 Tim 1: 7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

My youngest son, Waylon calls him, "Little Man." This is a picture of my newest Grandchild, Austen and the little man is so very sick.

He's already been diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis, the second child, of Waylon's to have the disease. Kassandra, Waylon's first child, my first Grandchild, was diagnosed back in 1998, shortly after she was born. What are the odds of my son, meeting two different women, in entirely two different states, that both carry the gene, as he does, for CF? It has to be an act of God. It must be for His glory and I will accept no other answer.

I want to stomp my boots and shake my fist, at the heavens, in my frustration. I must remind myself that it is His will and there's got to be a reason. As I wrote to my Mother, with her inquiry, as to Austen's health and weight;

"Austen had lost weight, in the hospital but a few days ago, he weighed in at 15.2 lbs. and is 25in. long. He's doing crunches to sit up already and is very strong. The WIC office advised her to put him on baby food already, especially cereal mixed with his formula. He's on a lactose intolerant type formula.
I just spoke to Gwen, she's in the car, headed to Iowa City, to the Children's Hospital where they will admit Austen. She is fit to be tied. Wam's boss wouldn't let him off work to go with her, to the hospital. They're Muslim and I hope Allah slaps him down, lol!
She began to cry, she's so scared and doesn't want to do this by herself. She wants Wam to stand up to these Dr.'s. I let her know that she's not alone, that God is there with her. I told her to have faith and that I don't believe that God is doing anything that will not be to His glory. I have gone to God and we talked. He will use this to His glory, I know and I do not believe he will push me over the cliff. It would and I've told Him to please not test me there, I can not do it. As well, I've always prayed that He not test me, in that capacity with my children. Austen almost died on the 17th. Things have changed and Waylon is a different man. This child is closest to his heart, I can tell and he wants to do the right thing by him and Gwen. He's matured, even as of late, I can tell. I had prayed for this. Wam has had me in knots, before. I mean even as of recent and it, along with other stuff pushed me to the edge. My heart was breaking. I feel too much.
I told Gwen to look right at the Dr., when he walks in the room and as he's standing there, she is to pray, that God uses him/her as a vessel, a tool of healing and wisdom. I am claiming this child, he is a child of God and all things will be for His glory. I will not accept anything else, nor any other explanation or answer. I will stand my ground at the gates of hell and claim this child. Satan will not win this one. These very words are testament to this. Words are powerful, writing them is powerful. I write this and stand on them...Austen may have a diagnosis of CF but he will overcome it and the people will say "Wow", look at the power of God. I stand on these words.
There has been enough calamity in my life, enough for 10 people. Through out the years, long cold years,, I can/have been beat down, raped, stabbed, almost killed, gone through so much physical and emotional pain but I will fight for this child. I will pray unceasingly."

Last night, Gwen, Austen's Mother, called me late, I was sound asleep. She was so upset as she'd gone to get the prescribed meds, for Austen, from the drug store. They couldn't fill a particular med, one which deals with the heavy mucousy secretions. The drug, a major player in his recovery or even stabilization, is apparently not covered under Medicaid, in Iowa. What kind of crap is that? I want to know?

Gwen had called the Children's Hospital, in Iowa City, where she'd been earlier in the day. This was the hospital, which prescribed the med, in the first place. A Doctor got on the phone and she told him, she'd been there, earlier in the day. He said, "I know all about it and Austen, so what's your question?" he had a nasty tone, she said. She explained the situation and asked if he could help her? Again, with a condescending tone, he stated, he could not help her, she'd have to wait till the morning and that's that.

Gwen is 24 and this is her second child. As of late, she's been wrought with pain and fear, had hard times to go through, besides this situation with Austen. Another story all together, Gwen's had her share of trials and tribulations, as of late. She'd had enough, she was breaking down.

Through the midst of all this, I must remind myself that God does not give us a spirit of fear. I must constantly remind myself of this as I too, am feeling the strain of Austen's condition. I'm not there, a further frustration and feel as if my hands are tied. I am very claustrophobic and that tied up feeling, would love nothing better than to rip my heart out. "No fear Babz, no fear."

Gwen began to cry, breathless sobs, I could feel her fear, her pain. "I don't want him to die. He almost died on the [Dec.] 17th,"she said, so hurt and afraid. I told her, that I did not believe that God was going to let Little Man perish. I then went on, to explain, what I have tried to tell my sons, myself; "We are given an endless long distance calling card. Call Him up." I explained that just as any good father wants to hear from us, not just in our times of need but within our everyday joy and happiness, we must share all things with the Father. "If you had a child that only called you when they were in trouble or needed help, you might begin to become frustrated, now wouldn't you?," I asked. "I mean, you'd want your son/daughter to call when they were having a good day. You'd want them, when you sent them a little gift, to call you up and thank you, maybe even if the gift wasn't that big or bold, you'd hope they'd take the time, to be thankful and let you know, right?" She agreed, sobbing gently as I went on,"That's what it's like with the Father, He just wants to hear from you, every day, through the good and the bad. I let go of Jesus' hand before, I realize that now, I thought I could do it all myself and ran off on my own. Jesus didn't let go of my hand, I let go of His. Gwen, take hold of His hand and don't let go. Envision right now, your hand in His."
She agreed, her sobbing a reflection of her broken heart.

"He's going to be alright. You make that call in the morning. I know you're upset,you're out and out pissed off. But you call them up, make them aware that you can't get his meds. Don't take "NO" for an answer. Now, I want you to be assertive, even though you feel aggressive. You get more bees with honey, than vinegar, right? Now, we'll pray for your calm assurance"

I pray for my family and Austen. He's such a good child. Even amongst his struggle to breathe, even as sick as he is, he still coos and smiles. He has such a good disposition, they almost don't take him serious.

Austen has, CF, Respiratory Syncytial Virus(RSV) and right now, Bronchiolitis and Pneumonia in both lungs . He's a sick little boy.

Yes Lord, he can have all this, this diagnoses but I stand on the fact, that you are The Great Physician and you will attend to this child, yourself. I stand on the fact, with faith in hand, that You will have mercy, on this child. You are a merciful God and I believe this. I stand on the fact, that Austen is a child of yours, heavenly Father and you will not allow him to suffer. My faith dictates that there is no other answer. My faith dictates that you have all things in hand. My faith is large enough, deep within my being, that I know there is no other God. You are the King of all Kings, my Lord and Master. Who shall I go to, with this problem? It is only you Lord, whom can take this child's hand and heal him. It is only you Lord, there is no one else. I pray that you give these Doctors wisdom and warm their hearts to help Austen. Yes, Lord of all Lords, you have the power over all things. Allow this to glorify your Name and from this moment, this day, this minute, let it edify Your words, that I need only ask, seek and I shall find, knock and the door shall be opened. Sweet Jesus, I am knocking and I need only to touch the hem of your garment. I visualize holding your hand. I have faith that this very minute, you are beginning the process of healing. I believe you will clear this babies lungs and not allow it to scar him. I believe and will always believe that he is a child of God and you would never allow him to senselessly perish. I have the faith, the wisdom and belief that I need only to ask for your divine intervention. Allow the Spirit to envelope this child. Allow the Spirit to work on his behalf.

I beseech you, my precious Lord, to rain down, your blessing upon, Austen Cody Moore. May Your Name be associated with this little baby. When they meet this child, will they always feel lead to assist him, on his journey towards good health. You are an awesome God, a just and gracious God. Now, let it be written in stone, that if I can give my life, for this child, take me now. Explode my heart but spare this child, this wonderful child, they call Little Man. I ask all this in Jesus' Name. Amen and Amen



Thanks for the update on Austen Babz. I have been thinking about him, and about you. I just prayed for the little guy. He's so cute.

Babz said...

The King's Shepherd, God Bless you for being so diligent. You've been good to me and I recognize it. Thank you.

Will you ask your church to pray. let them know he is special and loving and has a future to attend to. He will do God's work, he must be healed.

Again, you mean so much and I thank you!