faith words from a prince

Today has been a challenging day in regards to Charli.  With the stakes being so high regarding her weight I decided to experiment.  I made her a high-fat concoction for breakfast with more calories than most humans consume in the morning, and I shoveled almost two portions in her.  I normally only give her one and some cereal... but they keep telling me she needs MORE!  Well, this morning, I gave her a doozy-load and towards the end she almost "lost her breakfast."  I stopped, wiped my brow and did a huge sigh... a barfed up b-fast = no weight gained.  I was safe... or so I thought.

A bit later... in the car, with Pastor... she did lose it... a lot... all over the place.  Too much+a little person= one messy situation and sad faces for all.

Her unfortunate explosion reminds me of a truth that a little prince told me about two weeks back.  One night when Elliott and I were having alone time with Charli, I had asked him to pray for healing for her regarding her puking.  He looked at me confused... then very matter-of-factly stated that she had already been healed.  Crazy enough from that point on she really hasn't had any vomiting issues.  If you know Charli at all you know what a miracle this is.  All that to say it was God that provided what we needed.   I don't need to go screwing things up no matter who is pressuring me.  I need to rest in what was proclaimed and what has been true.  Charli has been...

I need to start functioning out of this truth.  Even today, when the nurses are calling because the doctor still wants us to make an appointment with the g-tube specialist... I must remember truth.  I must cling to what I know.  I must be her mother.  I must fight.

I sense clearly that the enemy HATES what our family is about.  He HATES what we want to do for the kingdom and so he keeps putting things in our path to trip us up.  We do grow tired.  We do hurt.  We do cry... but we do not give up.

I will admit it is still hard to feed Charli. Preparing food and feeding this little monkey consumes so much of my mind and day.  It would be easier to hook her up to a tube, but today, I have an unrest about that in my Spirit.  So... I cling to the promise of a little boy-pastor that most likely hears God in ways that my little-faith ears cannot... I hear through him, I believe, and I learn to walk in it... one clumsy step at a time.  I can be thankful for medical input, but it doesn't have to rule me or my days.

This momma asks that you would continue to pray for strength and wisdom as we feed our children physically and spiritually.  We know we have much to learn and the road is long.  We are needy for the Spirit... all of us!

Seems like the enemy really has an eye on this one.... especially now that she is so full of life and motion.  Please join us in praying "BREAK OFF" over her! We want her body and spirit to be ALIVE and thriving.  It is clear God made her strong for a reason.  She has seen her share of battles and no doubt more will come her way.  Wondering what God has for all this spunk in a little package?  

Today, I am extra thankful for bold, little princes that speak healing truth over his little "Char Char."  A momma needs faith words like that... and she needs to rest in them too.