P.U.S.H.ing for Paxten

Hey, God. I'm coming to You this evening with a heavy heart. I've had two days full of tears. Overwhelmed. Stressed out. Angry. Offended. Sad. But everything was put into perspective when I read the update on this sweet, tiny, innocent, baby girl. Everything that has been overwhelming, stressing, anger-provoking, offensive, and sad to me completely pales in comparison to this sick little girl who is fighting for every breath she takes. The hurtful comments from a friend? Trivial. The complainer at church? Insignificant. The professional evaluation meeting at work? Meaningless. God, forgive me for losing sight of what really matters and for getting so caught up in the meager happenings in my life. And thank you for reminding me that I have so much to be grateful for at this very moment.

God, we've read the stories. We know that great crowds came to You, bringing the lame, the crippled, the diseased, the blind, and those who couldn't even speak. We know that these people were real. They were lifted to You in prayer, and laid at Your feet. And You healed them. The speechless spoke. You made the crippled strong. You made the lame to walk and the blind to see. So right now, we place this sweet baby girl at Your feet. Touch her body. Remove the infections. In the awesome and powerful name of Jesus, we command the disease to go. She is Your child, and this sickness has no hold on her. We know and we believe that the power of our prayers do not depend on those of us praying. That power comes from none other than You. Right now, there are thousands of cries going out to You on behalf of Paxten Pearson, and we are leaving her at Your feet. We know that it's Your job to fight, and it's our job to simply trust in You.

Father, comfort her heartbroken and weary mama and daddy. May Blake and Libby be given some word, some verse, or some thought that will remind them You are right there. You're not 5,000 miles away. You are right there. You're not waiting for them to get through this on their own and make it back to Valley Center, Kansas. You're not down the hallway or on the other side of the door. YOU'RE RIGHT THERE WITH THEM. Remind them that the same voice that stilled the rage on the Sea of Galilee can still the rage in their baby girl's body. As they become tired and fragile, assure them that there are warriors out here who are faithfully lifting them up, and they are covered in prayer from head to toe. May they feel Your presence and truly know that You are closer than they've ever dreamed.

And as for all of us? No, we aren't going anywhere. You have our full attention. So we'll keep praying and trusting in Your powerful name to heal sweet Paxten. Thank you, Jesus, for this privilege we have of coming to You at any time and knowing You hear every cry. We love You, and all glory goes to You. Amen.