Thursday, March 1, 2012
He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers. Psalm 1:3
We stepped out of the elevator and as we were walking through the different hallways in the hospital, I was asking Amy questions trying to fill out the situation as a whole, wanting desperately to help in any way that I was able. In the middle of sharing a memory, we approached his room. I could see his little body on the hospital bed and took a deep breath followed by a whispered prayer, “Bless this time Jesus.”
Taking a trip to Seattle today was a must. I had actually tried to talk myself out of it trying to reason the amount of gas I would be using, the time, and the inconvenience of my family, but I knew I needed to go. I needed to hug his parents, and pray over sweet Ezra.
At one point I even asked myself over and over what my motives were for wanting to go so badly. Was it because I felt like I needed to face the memory of ICU and all the tubes and brain talk? Was it because I just honestly can’t stop thinking of the little guy and imagining his body where my husbands had been only two years ago? Or was it simply that I wanted to be a blessing?
I ended up not having much time and I didn’t even bring along anything for comfort or encouragement. Cale came inside with me and at the time everyone was in the cafeteria. I had this picture in my mind of Cale praying over Ezra along with me, but when Amy was ready to take us up to see Ezra, Cale said he didn’t want to go. I completely understood and left him at the table with the family.
That began the journey to his room.
I remember Cale looking so mangled and grotesque when I would look at him the first week or so after he was injured. The dried blood under his nails and on his face, the scrapes all over that had begun to form dark scabs, the staples in his head, the bandages, tubes, bruises, and the smell. The image left with me didn’t scar the way I look at him full of so much love for the man that I married, but it is an image that will never leave me.
When I walked in Ezra’s room, the word that instantly flooded my thoughts was “beautiful.” Like Cale, Ezra has tubes and bandages, his left eye is bruised and he had some gnarly bed head going on, but despite what his outward appearance communicated and despite his little skull being cracked and a small chunk of it missing, he was perfectly beautiful. It was another image that will never leave me.
My heart felt as though it was going to burst as my eyes soaked up the reality of the way his life had changed along with his families. I had a chance to quickly visit with his sweet Mama Amy, and pray with both of them.
The Lord is doing amazing things through his little life and I know it will only continue. I say to Cale often, “God is doing a mighty work in you Caleb.” And I know I can say it confidently. Just as He continues to transform what could have been and from the outside may still seem like such an ugly thing into something so beautiful for us, I know He’s doing the very same thing for this family.
God is doing a mighty work in you. We love you.
Please continue to pray for this family and the long journey ahead. A way to stay updated is through their Facebook page, Praying for Ezra!
Thank you for praying. Many of you prayed us through and are still praying us through our journey and I can't say enough how much it makes my heart happy to know you're praying them through this. Such a blessing!
*picture was taken by Nicole York Photography
Posted by Kathleen at 7:20 PM