What I know now.
Have you ever wished you could go back and tell your younger self things you've learned along the way?
Bonnie of Faith Barista gave to us a challenge in our Faith Barista Jam for this week.
When I was seven years old I had open heart surgery to repair a congenital heart defect. This was back in 1960 before the current surgical techniques.
I know you are scared. That boy in your class ran up and told you that his mom said you were going to die. But remember how Mom talked with you and comforted you? You will come through the operation fine and be better than before. You won't have to ride that special needs bus anymore. You'll be able to walk to school with the other children. You won't have to feel so alone.
God has a plan for your life.
When you invited Jesus into your heart you became His child forever. Mrs. Anderson explained what that meant but it will take time to understand. Everything that happens to you will be used for good.
God sees the times when you were counting the hours in the Intensive Care Unit, waiting for the next needle sticks, trying not to cry, wanting to be brave. As you were lying in the oxygen tent with tubes connected to your little body, He heard the cry of your heart as you longed for Mom to be able to hold you. That cry won't be wasted.
In the years to come when you grow up and become a heart nurse, you will have a tender heart for your patients. After all, you know what it's like to experience heart surgery and to be scared. You will show the families how they can still touch their loved one despite all the tubes in the ICU. You will try to teach and comfort with love and kindness.
Just trust God. He can be counted on. You don't have to try to make everything OK for everyone. After all, you're only seven years old. It's OK to cry once in a while. You don't have to hold it all in so you won't upset anyone. God sees your heart and your tears. And He loves you and cares about you.
Nothing is wasted. God will use this experience for good. You can count on that Debbie.
Blessings and love,