Psalm 20

It is Saturday morning, the first time I catch my breath from a week jam-packed with activity. Tuesday, we hosted our first community group, Wednesday we attended a deliverance workshop at our church, Thursday a worship event, and Friday, my first client in the PNW had her baby via c-section. We bookended the week with a beautiful dinner hosted by Pam for the elders and board of Bridgetown. Simon was out of school all week due to a classmate with covid, so the two of us had full days with lots of visitors, playdates, and reading curious George 150X each day. I am thankful to be busy. I am grateful to spend my days getting to know people and hearing their stories.

I feel 97% at peace with Amos’ diagnosis, and I would say 3% full of anxiety, fear, and doubt. 3%, I’d say, is pretty good. Praise God. That percentage lies in the area of genetic unknowns. On Tuesday, Hank was at soccer practice, and Simon was surprisingly playing on his own with a lego motorcycle when I found myself idle. I whipped my phone out and started to analyze the lab reports, images, and notes from our cardiologist. I texted Peter, called the office to ask a few questions, and even read some medical abstracts on TGA’s association with genetic abnormalities. Should we have done more genetic testing??? All moms become experts on their children. However, my eagerness to learn is based on fear, not trust. 

Our family is committed to praying in the morning and the evening for Amos. We are memorizing Psalm 20, and we declare he belongs to Jesus. I hope that eventually, the words of David will pop to the forefront of my mind before the words of Google. One day at a time. 

May the Lord answer you when you are in distress;

    may the name of the God of Jacob protect you.

May he send you help from the sanctuary

    and grant you support from Zion.

 May he remember all your sacrifices

    and accept your burnt offerings.

May he give you the desire of your heart

    and make all your plans succeed.

 May we shout for joy over your victory

    and lift up our banners in the name of our God.

May the Lord grant all your requests.

Now this I know:

    The Lord gives victory to his anointed.

He answers him from his heavenly sanctuary

    with the victorious power of his right hand.

 Some trust in chariots and some in horses,

    but we trust in the name of the Lord our God.

They are brought to their knees and fall,

    but we rise up and stand firm.

 Lord, give victory to the king!

    Answer us when we call!