Eat, play, read books, dispense Cheerios. Repeat. I also repeat the same words to multiple doctors and nurses and therapists who visit throughout the day. "Still no seizures." "She's doing pretty well." "Yup, we just wait."
Elsie reaches into her hair and scratches often when she's trying to sleep. So I've been sitting or lying next to her and singing her to sleep. It's sweet and it's bringing me back to the days I sang and rocked Bella to sleep.
Some of you may think I'm strong to be handling all of this. I'm really not. The words of the songs I sing are true.
"Jesus loves me this I know...little ones to Him belong. They are weak, but He is strong." Elsie's not the only "little one." I'm little too.
"How deep the Father's love for us. How vast beyond all measure." Because he first loves me, I can keep loving.
"Through many dangers, toils and snares I have already come. Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far and grace will lead me home." His grace is everywhere. All over my life and this crazy story that I never would have chosen, but can honestly say I'm thankful for it.
I sing the songs to remind myself of the God I'm clinging to in desperate times. Sometimes I sing them with tears, sometimes with great joy. But I will keep singing. Wonder how many times I'll be doing it tonight.
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Praying for the strength to continue to sing those words for yourself and your little one. Praying also, for a seizure soon.
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