A surprise visit to the hospital via ambulance

...This program has been temporarily interrupted...to bring you into yesterday, 'with us.'

I guess the Holy Spirit was meaning something a little different than was on my heart yesterday. I was feeling 'very much' on 'emotional overload.' The kind of feeling when you just are aware that anything that is said might push you over the edge into a puddle of tears. Well, I got to bible study and just didn't even want to open my mouth, wrestling with what God has called us to- wondering if this adoption will ever happen and if I will be 100 years old by then (remember the story of Sarah and Abraham...in Genesis?) I am not laughing, not that I am nearing my 100th birthday, but honestly, it sometimes feels like it.

We officially begin our women's bible study time with sharing around the table...our weeks highs and lows. Of course you can pass, but really that is not what our time together is about. I am usually last, by where I sit at the table. I shared; high-Hey we are # 9 on our agencies girls list! followed by the quick low- Well, if there was a program or referrals, sigh. I didn't cry, good right?

To make matters worse, we are delving into the infertility of Sarah and Abraham...actually this should be an excellent reminder on waiting on God' timing and not creating yourself an Ishmael. (remember Sarai tells Abram her husband to sleep with her maid servant, Hagar, to get them some 'offspring.') Sarai's hearts desire got the better of her, she got off the path and began forging her own through the desert (can you forge a path in the desert?) Sometimes just reading about infertility makes my eyes well up, some days I do better than others on this on again, off again, on again, off again adoption roller coaster.

Today I was very quiet, I didn't open my mouth, as I just had too much of an imbalance going on inside, I opted for self-control instead. We get finished with our questions and chapter of Genesis, and begin to share prayer requests ~ that is when I hear my son SCREAMING. I excuse myself, knowing it was King Meemer (5). Upon stepping into the hallway my oldest tells me he fell into the door frame coming up from the basement of the church...he is screaming. I get to him and he is covered in blood, he has a gash in his forehead. Do you remember the song, "DEEP and WIDE, there is a fountain flowing, DEEP and WIDE..."

Yup, that was Meemer. Not a fountain, but you get the picture.

Now, the great part to this tale is that I wasn't alone, I was surrounded by all my best friends and their children (who were rounded up into another room). Susan called 911, my 13 year old called her Papa, Hallie and I held the SCREAMING ONE and prayed over him. The ambulance was taking forever, even Hallie thought so. (do you remember that this is the second time Hallie has held King Meemer as we awaited the ambulance?)

No camera, can you believe it? Hallie didn't even have hers...if you knew Hallie, you'd know that this is unbelievable.

Two firetrucks and an ambulance this time. This time I didn't hold it together so well, at one point I found myself holding him and crying, luckily Hallie talked me gently back into semi-control. She didn't save me from my bad joke about King Meemer looking a little like Humpty Dumpty...to which the paramedics said, "Oh, don't worry, we can put you back together Honey."

(to explain why I'd say something so DUMB...our book has Mr. Humpty with his head wrapped in gauze...no pile on the ground in our version, sigh!)

King Meemer is okay, he got a few more stuffed toys...a fireman's hat, a ride in an ambulance, 7 stitches and in 5 days the removal of the 5 outside ones.

Not the kind of distraction I had hoped for, but how great is God to surround me when he knew I was weak. Today we are taking off from school and heading to the aquarium with some friends, pray for us would you? ;-)

cleaned up and stitched.

Ambulance gifts.

The boy is hungary...we somehow passed lunch time.

The hospital bracelet.

These aren't the best pictures, but you get the idea, right?