I cried out to The Lord, through tears of heartache. I laid hands on my baby, praying for the healing power of The Holy Spirit to enter his body and take away the pain.
And when he finally ate, he ate blended soup, in the form of baby food...
And we celebrated! We rejoiced, high-fived, and sent praises up to The Almighty!
After canceling his birthday party, not once, but twice...two weeks in a row, I'm still just happy he ate. Even though we've been to our pediatrician more in the last week than we have in the last year, my baby ate. I am so grateful. Thank you, God.
So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do,
do it all for the glory of God.
~1 Corinthians 10:31 NIV
For He has not despised or disdained the suffering of the afflicted one;
He has not hidden His face from him but has listened to his cry for help.
~Psalm 22:24 NIV