Feeling a little like Peter.

Sweet Cara,

It's the eve (the eve eve) of your surgery, and I'm packing suitcases for everybody and an activity bag for the hospital. I washed your hair tonight, realizing that I did that for the last time without a scar. I can't imagine how you'll look in few days, and I don't' know how can you be any more beautiful.

Anxiety and worry are definitely part of this journey for me, but I'm feeling a little like Peter. Jesus has called me out onto the waters, and as long as I fix my eyes on Him, I'm good. As soon I stare at  waves named "what if" and winds named "it's not fair," I struggle for breath and feel overwhelmed. But I'm looking at Jesus, crying out to Him, and trying to focus my mind and heart on the truth of who God is. He is creator and sustainer; He is protector and healer; He is provider and peace-giver.

We can't wait to see how God uses this experience as part of your testimony to bring Him glory and pleasure. You have already taught us so much about Faith and Hope.

You are braver than you know, little love.

Mama