He was dozing on and off through the night, keeping vigil by his little girl’s bedside. The hospital chair did not make it easy to sleep. She was ill and they didn’t know why.
The antibiotics weren’t working, neither by mouth nor by shot. They finally were able to get an IV in her ankle. Earlier that day, the doctors had told those weary parents that they weren’t sure if she would make it. They discussed why she wasn’t responding to the medications and ordered tests for cystic fibrosis. The mama went home to her toddler to try to get some sleep. They prayed their daughter would survive.
Her daddy did not leave her side. At any given moment, either mama or daddy were with her, not leaving her alone. In the early morning hours that night, he was awoken by the smell of smoke. He looked over to see the oxygen tent his 5 month old daughter was in, was smoking and on fire. No nurses came running. No one knew it was happening. He swooped in and picked up his daughter. His warrior princess. He saved her life that night. God was not done with her life yet.
She was in the hospital for 13 days that time. At 6 months, she was back … and again at 7 months and 8 months. Although they discovered she did not have cystic fibrosis, her lungs were not strong and they wouldn’t be for awhile. Her spirit made up for it. She did not give up.
“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.” ~Joshua 1:9
Yes, LORD, I will be strong and brave.