Alex, I'll take 'Miracles' for $1200, please...

Tomorrow is Christmas.
My Dad is in the hospital... still. He has gotten various less-than-good reports.
We are going to need some intervention of the Divine variety.
I am glad I know Who to go to.

We knew our holiday plans would be limited based on Chris's work schedule, my Dad's surgery, and Shannon's location issues.
We had planned on having a get-together for those of us who, for whatever reason, end up looking like red-headed step-children with no place to go on Christmas.
We were planning the Guitar Heroes Rock-Out session to end all rock-out sessions.
We will not be doing any of the aforementioned activities tomorrow.

We spent most of today at the Emergency room with J.
He had a fever above 102 all day yesterday. Along with that fever came the dry cough. The one where he has such a coughing fit that he nearly vomits... Poor baby.
And, true to form, today he tried to one-up yesterday's fever.
At around 3pm today, his fever crested 104 degrees and held steady for over an hour after all the Ibuprofen I could give him, I began to have thoughts about taking him into the ER on Christmas Eve.

After an hour of over 104, he began to quiver and shake and his eyes were swollen. The right eye got huge. It became so inflamed so quickly, I contacted the Doctor on call and she said to get him to the ER immediately - stating he could be having an allergic reaction or a febrile seizure.

When we got there, he still looked awful with his eyes pooched out all crazy, and his fever was holding steady at just below 104.
They ran a bunch of tests. They did X-rays. They took blood, snot, whatever they could test...
My little man was so brave.
His fever finally got down to below 102 around 6pm.

They gave him antibiotic through an IV and decided not to keep him overnight. He'll finish with an oral Antibiotic for the next few days.

We were released around 8pm? I think.
I have to keep a close eye on him through the night and hopefully Christmas Day will be uneventful.

I am glad I know a God Who is bigger than all this drama.
I am beginning to tire beyond my own strength.
I need You.
Divine Healer, Father, Friend- be with my family.
Work miracles on my daddy's leg and foot.
I ask that You would reconnect what has been severed and mend what man cannot.
I pray that You will breathe through my sweet son tonight. Sweep through his body and make it whole.
We are so reliant on You for our salvation, healing, our life.
I thank You for Your ever-present interest in our lives.
I praise You for being all-powerful - so far above our capacity to comprehend.
You are the answer for all that ails us. Not only in our mortal bodies, but also in our spirits and minds.
So whatever our state, whether broken or whole - I choose to praise the One who gives us breath.
I am grateful for the miracle of Your birth. That moment when all of Heaven came to earth to inhabit the very world that could not understand Your worth. You are worthy of all the adoration we can give. Thank you for the gift of You.