The Most Expensive Quarter in the World

Ok, we have a lot to catch up on. I've been away and busy, busy, busy. There is so much to share, it's hard to know where to start. Last Friday, my sister Demetria, flew up for a weekend visit. It was Fabulous!!!!-(But, that's a post for another time.) She hadn't so much as been through my front door and in my house for five minutes, when our lil' man gave us the scare of our lives. Trey swallowed a quarter. Or rather, I should say, Trey tried to swallow a quarter. He immediately started to panic, while Hugh and I tried frantically to figure out what was happening and how to help. He started throwing up, but he was breathing, so Hugh rushed him to the E.R. Thank God Dena was there to help keep me from falling a part, because I couldn't have felt worse at that moment. That is until today, when I watched them wheel him into surgery. Yes, long story short, he had to have surgery this morning to have the quarter removed from his stomach. We initially thought it would just pass through his system, with in a couple of days, but when the weekend had come and gone and there was no quarter in sight, we consulted his pediatrician. Dr. Pete said we could wait a couple more days, but in all honesty the only other patient he had ever had who swallowed a quarter was seven and had to have surgery to have it removed. He sent us for x-rays and a surgery consult, which confirmed that our lil' man just wasn't developed enough to pass the quarter. If it had been a penny or a dime, maybe, but we are actually very, very lucky that he was able to get it down and didn't choke to death. Praise the Lord! So early this morning, we took baby girl over to Datha's, who not only graciously agreed to take care of her, but met me with a hug and a strong cup of coffee for the road. I'm telling you people, I am blessed beyond belief in the friend department. Trey's surgery was at seven, so I scooped him up in his p.j.'s for the ride. He was a little confused as to why we were going for a ride when it was still night, night. Everything went smoothly, a complete success. And although the Lord had already given me peace, as they took him from me and I watched him disappear around the corner, I felt like someone kicked me in the stomach. I couldn't speak. I felt like I couldn't breathe. All I could do was cry. It's a mommy thing, I know. I am so thankful to have him safe at home. Last night, we let him sleep snuggled between us, as we prayed over him together. I feel so blessed by the way the Lord chooses, in His loving kindness to reassure me. I know that as much as I love my son, it could never compare to the love our heavenly father has for him. I'm not going to lie, as minor as the procedure may have been, it still scared me to death thinking about them putting him under. My mind and emotions were racing, with all the what ifs. I know the devil is still using my grief and fear against me at every available turn. This may sound totally silly to some of you, but after losing six family members in six years, I went through a period of time, when I couldn't even get through the blessing at any meal, without begging the Lord not to take Hugh or my children from me. I was wrought with anxiety and the fear of losing someone else in my life that I was constantly waiting for the roof to cave in on me. And with Trey's surgery, that impending sense of doom started to creep in once again. But, the Lord is so sweet to me. He sent me several reminders of His presence and comfort. He reminded me of the verse that I claimed for Trey when he was born- Jeremiah 29:11-For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. He also comforted me through many of my friends and family members that prayed with me for Trey. And at my very worst point the night before, when I had all but convinced myself that this might be my last night with Trey, the Lord led me to this post. All I can say is WOW! I literally broke down, sobbing flat on my face before the Lord. I'm not crazy people, but I do believe in the sovereignty of our Lord. And I know from experience that we will never understand all the "whys" in life. We can drive ourselves crazy trying, or we can trust that He not only knows, but, does what is best for us. He sees the big picture, where we only see from our own perspective. I know all this logically, but I still have to reign in my emotions from time to time and keep my mind from running away with me, all the way down to crazy town. Oh, but my Jesus is merciful, gracious, loving and kind. And oh so very patient with me. I have to say, the one that really made me smile was the pictures that the doctor gave us of the coin in Trey's stomach. I just had to share this with someone. In God We Trust!- Yes Lord! In you I place my trust. Blessings to all!