"Good bye, blessings for a great day," I repeat twice. Once for Bella and once for Scott as they walked out the front door and I listened as their feet crunched in the snow.
Now it was time to get Troy, Emma and myself in the van and get heading off to Kidsability in Guelph. Suddenly I begin to feel pressure in my heart about this appointment. I begin to reflect on how many times I have NOT done stretches and how bad I feel.
Knowing a very important appointment with the surgeon is creeping up in February I begin to blame myself if they plan surgery. Why can't I find time everyday to get all stretching done? I should push him harder even through the complaints. What will the surgeon think of me? Why can't God work a miracle in his tight muscles?
Backing out of the drive way I could already hear Troy's Ipod playing his favorite song. As I looked over my shoulder to check for traffic I glance at Emma and can't help but smile at her beautiful grin looking back at me.
Stopping at the stop sign at the end of our street all those questions pop up again. Satan was working really hard. Oh my gosh for that moment again I was feeling like I have let Troy done and should be doing more as a mom.
Thankfully I have Jesus fighting away in my heart and the spirit was on top of the crazy schemes. Suddenly I got a beautiful vision. It was a split vision: on the left side was me doing stretches with Troy and the right side angels were doing the stretches.
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways;Psalm 91:10-12
Reflecting all the way to Guelph I knew God was telling me it is ok...he is being taken care of even the times I can not do the stretches. I have to say I love GOD and that I am a Christian. Noone I know, not my mom, not Dean(husband) nor the doctors would ever be able to offer me that comfort. My daddy GOD was saying, "I am watching and taking care of my child. He is mine. Give him to me." WOW to know my son has angels with him...I can't ask for anything else for him.