Monday, April 14, 2014

Follow up on Hudson

Hudson had his MRI this past Friday. I was so thankful to be able to go with him this time, since last time I was pregnant with Smith and couldn't go. Hudson's spine MRI came back normal and we couldn't be more thrilled! Again, thanks to the stellar radiologist, we found out right then and there. Major props to him for being so kind and  helping us be able to have a peaceful weekend. Now, we are just waiting for the neurosurgeon to review his brain MRI and spine MRI and decide if in fact she even needs to see Hudson.  She is going to give a yay or nay on something called Chiari Malformation.  You are more than welcome to google it . I really have a peace about this either way today. So for now, we are continuing Hudson's growth hormones. He wants to be basketball player when he grows up, and I am going to be his biggest  cheerleader!

Sunday, April 6, 2014

What do we do when God doesn't meet our expectations?

My heart has been wrestling with expectations of God lately. It seems that's a theme amongst others I've been in contact with as well. According to my expectation of what I thought God should do, I should have my own syndicated court room drama on the CW. Can't you hear it, "Judge Marci"? And yet, here I am. I'm in Arkansas, a pastor's wife, with 5 kids, ha. Seriously, though, what do we do when we feel like God has dropped the ball? I have some specific instances that I prayed for, was sick over, and still did not get the outcome that I expected.

One of those was my sweet neighbor's daughter, Abigail. She was born premature, fighting for her life. I remember waking up at all hours of the night begging God to intervene and give her life here on this Earth. And, yet, she has been in heaven for 2 years. I've prayed for God to not send a diagnosis of down syndrome to a friend's daughter, I've prayed for healing for a little girl's traumatic birth injury, for cancer to be gone, for certain jobs. I expected my 5th child to be a girl, but I'm loving on the chunkiest and cuddliest baby boy. I fully expected God to hear my prayers and give me exactly what I asked for. Sometimes, it just doesn't go according to my plan.