After spending time working with many of the kids today, I went to stand by Alex's crib. This dear little one has spent most of his life struggling just to maintain enough weight to keep him alive. And, the last few weeks it seems that he has been losing the battle. Each day when I leave, I say good-bye to him, not sure he will still be here when I return the next day.
It has been days since he has responded or shown any awareness that we were with him. Today, as I stood aching for him, I began to talk with him about how much Jesus loved him, and how precious he was to Him. I could hardly believe my eyes as he broke into the biggest smile I have seen from him in a long time. As I continued to talk with him about Jesus and how He is always with him, he continued to respond, more and more readily. He even began responding when I would say his name. This may not seem like much, but it was more than enough to break me into tears as I stood by his bed and prayed over him.
Is he getting better? I don't know. I do know Dick and I have been expecting him to go to the Father for a few weeks now, and he's hanging in there. It's hard to know how to pray in these situations. All I can say as I stand by him is, "Come, Lord Jesus." I believe He came to us today. I believe Alex felt His presence as much as I did. And I pray Alex was blessed by this holy ground experience as much as I was.
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Jessica now has dimples!