fear. faith. faithful.

tuesday was supposed to be a peaceful day. the girls and i were meeting up with friends for a small picnic.

we were enjoying a light lunch with watermelon and sammies and pita and hummus.

we were laughing, playing, admiring our children and appreciating the summer.

suddenly viy is on the ground. in my arms. not responding entirely. her eyes roll back. i feel her limp. shallow breathing. she is so small and helpless, crumpled here in my embrace.

i do not cry. i cannot cry. my friends are there to help in any way. i somehow talk through a 911 call. i talk to my hubby. i am approached by officers; i try to explain that my baby is going in and out of consciousness... for what seems like forever followed by an eternity. i tell cai that her sissy is fine. i tell viy that everything is fine; Jesus is with her. i see the ambulance.

my hero... so strong

i am fearful, but i hold tight to my faith. i pray to a faithful God.

i do not know how i did not break down and sob, but i know that my prayers were heard. my heart was heavy, but the beats were hollow echoing against cai's high-pitched screams. i waited for viyah to cry.

i waited for God to look, to move, to comfort.

in the ambulance, caiah prayed for her sister too. and when viyah came to, she asked to sing "oh no, You never let go / through the calm and through the storm / oh no, You never let go/every high and every low"...

at such a young age, my girls know who to call on.

the paramedics, the nurses, the physician's assistant, and the pediatrician have all been amazed by viy.
and, for what seems like the millionth time, i am amazed by a God who loves and sustains and cares.
i am amazed by His faithfulness in every situation. and i am grateful for every incredible blessing He has given me.

reminded of my faith, whether calm or through a storm, every day is peaceful.

after the hospital... enjoying a muffin, together

indoor picnic... for now!

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