I woke up this morning saying prayers for specific people as I said the rosary and my main prayer for everyone (including my husband) was the gift of ‘abundance’. A friend of mine told me how she had someone who was praying specifically for her for abundance and the way God blessed her was beautiful. It took time, (His time), and defining abundance rests in the receiver but listening to her witness of accepting the prayer and then recognizing the shower of love and mercy due to the specific request, well it didn’t take me long to realize God was leading me in a specific direction to pray for others to receive His love in abundance.
The day progressed and after dropping Ryan off for his 9:30am piano lesson (the boys were out of school today) I received a call twenty minutes later from Ryan. “Mom,” his voice was scratchy and barely audible. “I can’t breathe.” Without hesitating I told him I was on my way. His teacher was getting new wood floors put in her house and being that she has cats (which Ryan is allergic to) plus the dust from the mess being made, it aggravated his asthma. On the ride home, in great dramatic fashion he squeaked out between his jagged breaths, “I’m going to die today!” (Now, yes, this is drama but no one wants to hear their kid say such a thing!) I spoke to him calmly, reassuring him that he wasn’t going to die to day if I had anything to do with his fate. We rushed home and got him on the nebulizer…and low and behold by the end of the first treatment he is doing just fine. 🙂 It’s a miracle!
But then I received a call from Neal…his ‘good’ leg is acting up just like it did 1 1/2 years ago when he went into the hospital and was diagnosed with MS. The ‘bad’ leg has remained numb but what we consider his ‘good’ left leg which has all feeling is now going weak again (which then prevents him from walking steady…or eventually at all). BUT that is worse case scenario… Thankfully, this time he put on his big boy undies and called the doctor right away (in the past he’s been so stubborn I’ve been forced to call the doctor behind his back!!) and it is another ‘attack’. Neal refuses to go into the hospital (and we ALL refuse to have him do the oral steroids again. For those of you who know us, this time last year he had to go on the highest dosage allowed outside of a controlled environment and it was like watching Neal morph into the Tasmanian devil. E V I L…*shudder* not being dramatic…it was awful.) This being said, he is going to have a nurse come in this week to administer the steroids through an IV. Not sure how many days this will take place but after the IV bags he’ll then still have to go on a low dosage steroid. I’ve already been given full permission by Neal to KICK HIM OUT (temporarily of course) if I begin to see him morph once again. 🙂 Despite the seriousness of this he doesn’t complain, not one word, and its more like a way of life. I’d rather it not be but such is our journey.
Finally, speaking of ‘abundance’… have you ever heard of the term ‘watch what you pray for?’…well I’ve decided to not pray for abundance for myself. Minutes before walking out the door to get Seth to his baseball game he comes down the stairs fully dressed in uniform and crying. “My stomach really hurts, Mom.” I stare blankly at him for a split second, “Really?,” I thought. “Every man in this family has some ailment today?” I tried to get him to do various things to see if it would make his stomach feel better. (And I was trying to see if he was sincere. I won’t lie.) But he doesn’t feel good so I ordered him to get undressed and in a cool bath (he was a bit overheated I surmised).
Now we are all home, my ailing men and me. Pray for us. I’ll still accept the prayer for abundance but I just won’t pray it for myself! 🙂
Blessings
Shannon