My knees get queasy when I see this hallway.
This hallway leads to the epilepsy testing center at Cleveland Clinic. I walked down this hallway with baby Eldon on my hip, and aching worry for Aggie in my heart, not sure if my knees could stand through the days or weeks of trial ahead of us. Would we find answers? Would we have to let them drill into her skull? Would we hear the awful words, "We don't know what's wrong with her- there's nothing more we can do?"
Oh, those Aggie eyes. She was so tired after her battle over the EEG leads.
But she clung tight to her teddy bear blanket and forced a smile, and I forced one back.
Forced cheer, that was all I had to offer. Forced smiles, forced hope, forced walking down that hallway to meet the next thing. Forced faith.
I was weary, and there was little left in me that could be forced out.
And yet, I was helped.
God cared for me,
His hands through others.
I knew I needed, but I didn't know what.
I didn't know how others could help me through, or even if they could.
I didn't ask.
I didn't know how to ask.
This is how I would have asked had I known how to do so.....
Read my guest post at NotConsumed: Walking a Friend Through A Child's Major Illness- and check out the whole Walking a Friend Through series while you are there!
How have you been helped through hard times as a mother?
What ideas would you add to my list?