Dear God,

Father, I want to thank you for the incredible joy of holding my Grandson last night.  He looked great.  It felt amazing.

Just over a week ago, we fell on our knees before you in desperation as we watched frantic doctors and nurses work over a small, lifeless, pale grey body.  We called on our friends to join us in emergency prayer.  It was a battle.  But it was also a place of strange and amazing comfort as we poured out our hearts to you.  I don't remember everything we said to you.  But it was void of all pretense and made-up religion.  It was children, crawling up into the lap of their heavenly father, pleading for help.  Thank you for your hands of comfort. 

And thank you for answers.  As I look at this blog, I am amazed: recovery, breathing, kidneys, liver, brain, Simon's color,  Simon is awake!  And then there is the McDonalds house, some great family reunions with Tobi and Trey, amazing friends who have been praying for us and leaving notes of encouragement.  Words cannot express the sense of the body of Christ coming around us in prayer for Simon.  We have experienced what is always true for all of us all the time: we need God, we need each other.

Father, I feel like we have one more urgent prayer.  I'm sure there will be many more but this one feels like the finale of an incredible story.  Simon's heart is not working like it should.  I don't know what it means for an infant to only have low heart function but it does not sound good.  On Monday they do an Echo Cardiogram.  We pray that it shows the heart is strengthening.

I guess I do have another prayer request.  We have met many people on this journey.  I know they have watched us come together and pray.  100's of folks are checking this blog often to pray for Simon.  Somehow, you are using Simon to teach us all something about you.  Keep our hearts open to you.