My Mom Isn’t Doing So Hot

I’ve pretty much held off writing this entry for the past couple of days. Mainly because I’m scared. I can’t seem to shake this fear that I have, although I really really want to. In 9 minutes I go into prayer with J on behalf of my mother.

My mother isn’t feeling so good. She called me yesterday to say that she was going to admit herself to the hospital today. She’s so weak she can’t even brush her teeth. She believes it’s her heart. That scares me. This isn’t the first time my mom has had heart surgery, if that’s what she has to have. She’s also on dialysis, so I’m afraid for her to go into surgery for anything right now. I just don’t know. I know who God is though, and I’m leaning on that. My prayer is Lord, I believe, but help my unbelief. God never promised me that my mother would make it to see her grandchildren, or that she would live past her mother’s age, but I’m hopeful. I had this dream about a year ago that my mom and I were walking through the mall with my toddler son, and we passed by my biological father. Although I know HE was the focal point of the dream, you best believe I always acknowledge and hold on to the fact that she was in the dream too.
So while you’re going about your day today, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for my mother. J and I will stop wherever we are at noon, 3pm, and 6pm to pray for her. Although we aren’t physically together, we are united in spirit and God will acknowledge that. If you are lead to pray for her, please do. She is in the emergency room now waiting to be admitted. Please God save my mommy. I need her.

God Speed,
Reina