Today Murph and I were talking about the fact that without my FHC family donating days, I would be working this week. I am barely functioning as it is, and I cannot imagine trying to work. I also cannot imagine being away from Lincoln any more than I already have to. So thank you for donating days so I can be at the hospital watching over my baby boy.
Thank you to all of you who are helping us in one way or another. We appreciate the meals, prayers, notes, texts, and thoughts so many of you have contributed towards our family. Thank you so much for organizing all of the meals, Lisa Miller! That has been a huge help.
And we are eternally grateful that God answered out prayers today. This morning when we arrived, Lincoln was at his worst. The nurse let me hold him, and I felt like it could be the last time. Murph and I prayed over him together, begging for help. Within a half an hour, the decision had been made to prep for surgery. We didn't get the answer we wanted, but what was needed. And we are thankful for that. A good friend texted me a quote last night, "He heals the brokenhearted And binds up their wounds." Psalms 147:3. We are ready to start the healing process and learn how to take this new path that Lincoln is now on.