Friday, July 10, 2009

God Lives Under the Bed


We leave in the morning for Costa Rica! At $1.99 per minute on the cell phone I guess I wont be talking too much! LOL!!! I can however get incoming text messages for free... if I don't respond it is because those cost!!! I also added a Twitter bar to the side labeled Prayer Requests! I swore I wouldn't do that because I am sure you all don't want/need to know everything I do all day! LOL However during this time that I can not communicate with my family and friends I have conceeded to the tweet!!! Please check this for updates and prayer requests during our trip!! I will also be posting pictures and video on Dropshots (click here or on the picture tab at the top of the page)

If you read Makenzie's blog you will recall the issues we had a few weeks ago with her GJ tube. Everything went well and Makenzie is doing great! At the time I was VERY upset! I felt like Satan was trying to keep me from taking these trips! A close friend of mine offered that maybe it wasn't Satan but God who was watching out for us. Having this tube issue in Costa Rica would be BAD!! Well today I think God reveled his reasoning to me! Makenzie will be put under general anesthesia while in Costa Rica to place the IV catheter. It is long and will be in her for 5 days so they will also stitch it to her so it doesn't get pulled out. Had Makenzie not undergone the general here for her tube I would be a wreck right now!!! I also learned some things about anesthesia and Makenzie that will be helpful not to find out in another country! God is so Good!!! If only we could just trust that he walks before us always!!! He know much better then we do!!! He will be with us paving the way for what is to come! He has been doing it all along!! I just need to open my eyes wider sometimes!!!

We are on our way to Costa Rica in the morning and I don't think I will be getting much sleep tonight! I am praying that through cells that God put in us at birth and the knowledge that God gave to man, my daughter will be given healing! That even if it is small that it will improve her life!!! In the same breath the little story below is some of the thoughts I have had about Makenzie and who is really "handicapped". My daughter has the purest, happiest soul! Sometimes I am a bit jealous! She has no real worries! She is cared for always and is rarely ever sad! That being said however, I will NEVER give up on trying to help her regain and restore the skills needed to accomplish the most simple things in life! I love this girl with all of my heart!!! Once again please pray!!!!

~I got this story from a friend….

I read this tonight on a blog of a mother who lost her son to cancer. God always seems to show up at just the right time in so many different ways!!!


I envy Kevin. My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night.

He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, "Are you there, God?" he said. "Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed..."

I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in.

He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult.

He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.

I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life?

Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed.

The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.

He does not seem dissatisfied.

He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.

He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores.

And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. "That one's goin' to Chi-car-go!" Kevin shouts as he claps his hands.

His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.

And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips.

He doesn't know what it means to be discontent.

His life is simple.

He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.

His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it.

He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.

He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure.

He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue.

Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God.

Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an "educated" person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.

In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith.

It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions.

It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap. I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care.

Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.

And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.

Kevin won't be surprised at all!


Anonymous said...

I love the story of Kevin it is truly beautiful

Liz and Ashleigh

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