I couldn't sleep much last night, but I can't really blame it on Lilly Faith. Last night around 9pm, a nurse attending to my brother told my sister-in-law that Doug was not doing well. The nurse suggested Doug immediately file for disability because he would never live a normal life and would never farm again. She suggested we get the will updated and had nothing positive to say at all concerning Doug's condition. He was also still on the ventilator, which was not a good sign. Needless to say, my sister-in-law was thrown into a tizzy of emotions along with the rest of us.
Between overnight feedings and diaper changes, I tried my best to sleep, but God wouldn't let me. That usually means something! I found myself praying for my brother most of the night. At one point, I even drifted off to sleep and dreamed Doug died. I woke up and once again started praying. Now, I know that Satan likes to play mind games at times like this. I know that Satan likes for us to think of the worst case scenarios anytime there is a crisis in our life. But like a still, small voice, I heard the Holy Spirit tell me, "You didn't name your child Lilly Faith for nothing!"
When I spoke to my mother today and got an update, it seems she was experiencing the same sleepless night that I was. My mother said all she could do was pray last night; God would not let her sleep! Then the good news came early this morning: Doug was taken off the ventilator and was sitting up in his ICU space talking and drinking water. In addition to this, the doctors had been able to ween him off some of the medications. The nurses were in awe, including the one who gave my sister-in-law the bad news.
Sure, he's still on the heart pump machine which he will stay on for another day or two. But there was a reason why God would not let mom and me sleep. God wanted us to pray and pray we did! And we believe your prayers are being heard, too.
"In you, O Lord, do I hope; You will answer, O Lord my God." Psalm 38:15