I woke up tentatively expectant on Friday morning. Nancy woke up excited, like a kid on Christmas. Prayer is a funny thing. Many of you joined us yesterday in praying, fasting, and crying out to our God for a miracle. "Please God, let Garren swallow!"
I'd love more than anything to be writing about how God did perform a miracle...that Garren suddenly started swallowing, that he not longer needs to spit, that he finally slept through the night with no need for constant observation.
But I can't. Because that didn't happen.
"If I throw out a boathook from the boat and catch hold of the shore and pull, do I pull the shore to me, or do I pull myself to the shore? Prayer is not pulling God to my will, but the aligning of my will to the will of God." - E. Stanley Jones
Prayer is not about me. Prayer is about God. This is not easy to understand, nor is it easy to accept. I want what I want and I want it now. I have plans. I have good ideas. I know what's best for me!
But once again I'm reminded that it's not about me.
I know God put it on my heart to spend a day in focused and intentional prayer for Garren. I am so thankful for the number of people who joined us in that yesterday. I trust that as you "pulled" on your "boathook" that God was able to align your will with His will.
We will continue to pray for Garren's complete healing. We will continue to trust that God's plan is better than our plan - every time. Thank you for being a part of our special day yesterday. Thank you for your continued prayers.