Today was rough for me. I feel an anger within. Not anger toward God, or anyone else. Just a burning anger. I want Garren to be ok. Garren had surgery today to insert a trach tube for his breathing. The surgery went well.
It's hard to watch your child suffer. Many of you know what I'm talking about first hand. I know I'm not the first to go through something like this. It's tough.
This afternoon, Garren opened his eyes for several minutes. He's been groggy all day because of the medication they gave him for the surgery. But he was able to open his eyes. I spoke to him, talking about who I was, where we were, a little bit about what was going on. As I looked into his eyes, with his hand in mine, I saw a tear drop roll down his cheek. My heart broke...
That is what makes me angry. Garren didn't do anything. This just happened to him.
I had to get away, alone. I began reading Psalms.
I came across Psalm 102:1-2.
"Hear my prayer, O Lord; let my cry come to you!
Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress!
Incline your ear to me; answer me speedily in the day when I call!"
This is my prayer tonight.