Saturday, September 25, 2010
"Hey Momma," Jane swallows a last potato soup bite, "I want to grow strong, healthy, and whole to help other people grow strong healthy and whole."
Hm. Me too.
She clanks a bowl into the dishwasher and runs after Jack. "I won the battle," she hollers.
They tangle into jammies and gallop to the bathroom for toothbrushes. I wipe down the table.
Emmanuel. He received a unit of blood. He's stronger, but weak yet. They hope to get another unit. Soon.
They make do there in the hospital. They encircle gangrenous limbs, flies and all, with prayer. They bathe fevered brows with words to God. To God! And we pray too, half a world away. Lord, let it be good blood.
Craig's mom donates blood as often as they let her. Platelets too. Why, she's probably given gallons and gallons by now. Never really realized what a gift blood is.
"I'm gonna pray about 'Manwell even though I prayed about it at lunch and in my room." Jack squeezes my neck, "God, please heal Emmanuel. Amen."
Emmanuel has discharged from the Hospital. He has improved!!
Thank-you, Jesus. THANK-YOU.