I’m nervous. I’m heading to another doctor appointment today. I’ve gained nearly 20 pounds of fluid and am breathing like a 90 year old smoker. I’ve tried redirecting my thoughts. I’ve tried making myself busy. I even watched a mindless sci-fi where, you guessed it, aliens want to take over the earth. Nothing has worked. I’m scared of another potential hospital stay. I’m nervous they will want to drain me again. I’m nervous about the constant pain in my right side. I’ve prayed a little but not much at all. But Isabella prays.
Isabella is a three year old, wide-eyed wonder girl. She sees people who are hurting and she prays for them. She thinks about them. She remembers them. Isabella thinks of me.
Isabella went apple picking with her momma. She said they should bring me some apples because “apples help us feel good.”
Thursday afternoon, my sweet little friend Isabella will bring me some apples.
Lord … forgive me for worrying.