One day last week, I went up to the hospital to sit with dear friends who have been there with their daughter for a little over a week now. I’ve known sweet Diana since she was born. She is now 29 and has a little girl who looks just like her.
The long and short of it is Diana needs a miracle. Two years ago, she had a liver transplant. Now, her body is rejecting the donor liver. Her kidneys are shutting down; she is on round-the-clock dialysis and breathing through a ventilator. She has recently developed pneumonia. The doctors are keeping her sedated for obvious reasons.
As I sat beside Diana’s bed on Wednesday, I prayed for a miracle (nothing is too hard for the Lord), and I asked God to give her family strength for the day. Not strength for tomorrow or next week, but for today.
We can only live one day at a time, and it’s okay if we don’t know how it’s all going to turn out. The answers will come when we need them. The fortitude to carry on will be there. God promised strength for our weakness, grace sufficient for every need.
And when we don’t even know how to pray for ourselves or our situation, He has people praying for us. This I know from past and present experiences.
Time is often our friend. It stretches long in front of us while we carefully fill it up with this and that. And then there are those situations in which time is our enemy. It breathes down our neck and closes in on us each day, our doings and efforts swallowed up faster than the day before.
Diana has been placed on the transplant list. And while time is of the essence, the family remains hopeful.
If you think of it, would you pray for Diana and her family today?