Today Price fell down the entire flight of front stairs. I can't believe it. I turned my head for a second to put Street down for his nap and then I hear the thuds. I really think it scared him more than anything. He cried for about 3 minutes and then was ready to get back on the floor and play. He had a little blood on his lip and a few bumps on his head but nothing else. Surprisingly, I was not panicked. Sure, my heart beat a little faster as I heard it happen and I ran right to get him, but I did not panic.
Panic is in my nature. I am the most fearful, anxious person I know. Seriously. It's hard to admit, but I had a couple of panic attacks right after Nathan and I got married that landed me in the minor ER. I thought I was dying.
Slowly but surely the Lord has done a work in me. I wasn't sure I was going to share this as we haven't told many people or even family, but Price's MRI last week did not result in the news we had hoped for. In fact, it was not at all what we expected. The neurologist and radiologist had a consult about it, that's how not typical the results were. We were back at Texas Children's the following day subjecting Price to more testing because they now think what he has could be degenerative. Like I said, not at all what we expected. Not at all what we have been praying for. Degenerative? That's like the worst word I have ever heard. Especially when it applies to something my baby could have.
Did I cry when the neurologist called me on the phone? Of course, I have been crying all week. Does it keep me up at night wondering about the future? Sure, I think about it all day and all night. But did I panic? No. If this is how the Lord chooses to glorify Himself through us and through Price's life then I say okay. It's not without tears or sadness or us pleading to the Lord for something different, but it IS well with my soul. I am not trying to make myself sound all perfect and together because I am definitely not. Not at all. But, I am trying to make the point that the Lord has done a great work in me and in our family. Anxiety has no place in all this. Panic and worry has no place.
Our Sunday school teacher told us to focus on two things this Christmas season: His GLORY and His PEACE. Peace does not mean having all things lined up and to be without suffering. This is what it used to mean to me. It is being in the midst of pain and suffering and still experiencing the peace that only He can bring. I feel it, Nathan feels it. Peace.
Do you have it?