|Posted by Lorraine Serra on September 28, 2011 at 12:35 AM|
As I was praying for Mike today, (see yesterday’s post) praising God for His constant faithfulness to us, even not-yet-believers, the words of a couple of psalms came to mind. They brought me comfort and strengthened my spirit within me to believe God, and to lay aside the doubt and fear which are the tools of the enemy.
One refrain comes from a worship song we used to sing based upon themes found in the psalms: “Who can satisfy my soul like You? Who could ever comfort me and love me like You do? There is a fountain, who is the King; victorious warrior and Lord of everything. He’s my rock, my shelter, my very own, blessed Redeemer who reigns upon the throne.”
I went to find the psalm and came up with Psalm 18. Immediately, my mind raced back to the memory of the birth of our second son, Ethan. He is a miracle. Born without a pulmonary artery and no right ventricle in his heart, Ethan was rushed into surgery at 9 hours old, after a wonderful, uneventful birth.
In the chaos and shock of discovering this birth defect, confusion and fear gripped my heart. I was helpless to do a thing but put my baby boy into the hands of God and the gifted surgeon and staff at the Children’s Hospital in Los Angeles, Ca.
My husband met the ambulance carrying our son over at the hospital, while I was driven home from Glendale, to rest, and may I say, weep, anguish and dread the worst. My sweet mother-in-law was with me consoling me and encouraging me to trust the Lord. God was in control. My head understood that, but my heart was breaking.
I could do nothing but wait and pray and, oh, that other thing…. trust God in His sovereign will and love for us. It was several hours before my husband called to tell me that the surgery had allowed Ethan to breathe on his own, and he was doing well, but would require 2 more heart surgeries in the near future.
Our boy came home a week later, after lying in the ICU stuck through with tubes galore, but surrounded by very attentive, loving, patient nurses. I felt a cold chill down my back every time I looked at the nasty scar under his right arm.
It was during that week of running back and forth to the hospital that our dear neighbors came over. They had shared with me the verse they had been given to pray over us. It was Psalm 18:1, “I love you, O Lord, my strength….” The timing and the depth of it was lost on me at the time, but I know better now.
I am happy to report that our Ethan is now 17, has come through much, and little did we know when we chose his name, which means “STRONG”, how perfect it was for him. But, as I did a short word study today, I found that our translation of strength falls short. The Hebrew word also means “rock”, in that the Lord is firm and unchanging, cannot be moved. He is the strength and source for our life, all our work, all our hopes, conflicts and victories. Where there is trust in the Lord, there is strength enough for everything. He is our all.
In Psalm 18, the story goes on to tell of the many mercies of God David had experienced. Knowing the faithfulness of God in the past, gives us confidence to trust Him with our future. I’m praying Mike and his wife and our family can experience this in a fresh and mighty way. I pray the same for you, too.
With deep affection and trust in the God who has saved, is saving and will continue to save in every way, I will confidently pray each day, “I love you, O Lord, my strength.”
Thanks for joining us in prayer. Mike's brain surgery is tomorrow, Wednesday, Sept 28th. I'll keep you posted.