For over a year now, our middle child Jaelyn has had to undergo various tests in order to determine why she has chronic hypoxemia (lack of oxygen). We've had to keep oxygen tanks in our home and have to test her levels periodically to make sure she doesn't need the oxygen. Long story short, today we met with a pulmonologist to determine the next steps... The results weren't what we were looking for. She will more than likely have to be put under general anesthesia and undergo extensive testing.
I tried to be the strong mom and take the news like an ox, but my emotions got the best of me and while watching "Winnie the Pooh," I broke down. My husband came over to comfort me and the tears started flowing. I looked up and saw my three-year-old, Addi, standing there saying, "I know mama, I know" as she rubbed my arm and gave me a look of sympathy. That alone made me feel so much better... But it was what happened next that I will never forget.. Without any prompting, she hugged my leg and said, "Jesus, help mama. Amen."
My husband and I just looked at each other with a look of surprise, but were filled with overwhelming joy. Without any instruction or hesitation, our baby knew to turn to God for help.