There are so many of us who need prayers on a daily basis. It seems that every other entry on Facebook is requesting a prayer. Twitter is now requesting prayers in 140 characters or less. Emails, mass texts, word of mouth from friends and the community, all asking for prayers. If I would say but one prayer a day for all the requests I receive I would be praying every waking moment of every day........perhaps that's the point!
I am always honored when someone asks me to talk to my Buddy in the sky on their behalf. I am more than willing to stop whatever I am doing at the time and fall to my knees. My faith in Him and his mercy is never ending......at least that is what I told myself.
If you have read my past blogs you know that there are two children that I pray for at least once an hour. In my heart I KNOW that God is in control and he is not only walking beside Feryn and Tanner while they are on this difficult journey; he often carries them when they are too tired to walk. I am always positive when others ask about them and reassuring in my emails to both families. "Please do not fear, God is loving and kind and His plan has to be the right plan!"
And then the unthinkable happened......Raychel became ill. Test after test came back negative. Three emergency doctors on as many visits could not make a diagnosis. On the fifth day we were told to go to the Emergency Room and see if she needs to be admitted for exploratory surgery. Thinking back, I do not think I said one single prayer during those four days. I was numb. In my mind I am thinking that this can not be happening. Not to my child. That is the day I realized that I have so much work to do on my journey with God. I thought I trusted in Him.....my trust is conditional. I thought I had complete faith in his Divine Mercy......my faith wavers when it is one of my own children. Could it be that after all these years of comforting and reassuring others that I do not trust in my own belief? Can I be that much of a hypocrite? And then I did what I should have done from day one......I asked for prayers for Raychel's diagnosis and healing. The prayers were comforting. It was as if huge loving arms were wrapped around us. But I still did not trust that all will be okay and as it should be. How can her being ill be what was in the plan? My Buddy would never let anything bad happen to our Ray of Sunshine! And then I had to ask myself why I thought that I would never be tested. Isn't God's testing of our faith what makes us stronger? It is now my turn. It is pass or fail time at the Mynarciks.
We will be at the hospital this afternoon running another test to determine what course of action is needed to get Raychel well. I will be praying for complete healing. However, I will also be asking God to give me strength and renew my faith when the diagnosis is made. Whatever comes of today I must trust that He will be there holding us in his arms and assuring us that whatever the out come, He is in control.....and I would not want it any other way.
