Instead of being in Bahrain tonight, I’m mentally with my family in CA and CO. My brother in law is going in for surgery tomorrow that could change his life. It sounds dramatic to say it’s life or death, but I know he feels that way about it. The pain he has been experiencing is worse than death and he’s been living under its weight for 16 years. Ever since we found out a few weeks ago that he would be having surgery in an attempt to . . . fix** his spinal cord, I’ve been praying we’ll be able to celebrate April 25th as the day that he is born into a pain free life. The ugly irony is he has both paralysis and pain, but I’m praying that God’s answer to the pain lies in the surgeon’s hands tomorrow.
I don’t have any wise words or reflections on the will of God. I’m putting this out there because just as I fondly look back on all the places we’ve been and the things we’ve done as family, I’m hoping that I’ll be able to look back and remember the day when we all prayed and God answered.
** I’m not sure exactly what they are doing in surgery. Something about the nerves and scar tissue and a long and difficult recovery. And that it might not work.
So we pray.