I asked the doctor if I could be in the operating room with him. He stared at me wide-eyed for a second before admirably composing himself and saying he didn't think that would be okay with the hospital rules.
I would have gone.
I asked if he could do the surgery with just a local anesthesia ... my son and the doctor stared at me on that one.
Uh .... NO.
|Dylan on the left|
I wonder if I can stand outside the operating room door with my ear plastered against it ...
Once again God is asking me if I really trust Him with my children - or do I just say I do. Here's where I have to rest when feelings of fear start to overwhelm me: Declaring once again I trust God with the life of my child. It's where the rubber meets the road for me.
I trust God more than the anesthesiologist
I trust God more than the surgeon
I trust God more than the nurses
There is no "safe" place in this world for our children. The only truly safe place is in the will of, and under the wings of an all-powerful God. At my absolute best, I can't protect my children from everything. And if I could, I'd steal their chance to experience God's power and protection personally.
Would you join me in praying for Dylan? He's scheduled for surgery Thursday, March 3, at 9:30 a.m. MST.
P.S. I'll post an update on Thursday or Friday.