Dear Praying
Warriors,
I’m filled
with faith at the joyful task of giving you e-mail updates. It makes me pause
in thanks, think about Anna’s needs, and humbly ask the ever-able Perfect
Father for more with your help. I admit these prayer updates are harder to
write when things are continuing to flourish. We have been delighting in her good
respiratory condition, her cheer is unmistakable. We are making the most of
this good weather by being outside often. Praise the Lord for this extended
time of ease in Anna’s caregiving. Nonetheless I would love to turn the Lord’s gracious
ear with your help upon a few things.
Anna’s “tone”
or spasticity is increasingly challenging to live with. Often when we hold her
she will flex backwards aggressively with her head breaking out of our holds. We
need the strength not only to carry her but to counter her stubborn tone
extensions. She has been on muscles relaxers but we wonder if the medication
needs to increase.
Anna’s hands
and arms have been increasingly tight, she doesn’t want them touched. She gives
us a fussy protest anytime we dress her (it didn’t used to be that way). Her
range of motion seems lessened because she spends 80% of her waking hours
chewing her wrist and knuckles. Her wrists have skin tears that have become
infected at times. No matter the ointment, they can’t restore those sores. So
we reluctantly use arm straighteners to prohibit the chewing so that her skin
has time to heal. Her face is constantly with a rash from this self-soothing
rubbing.
There is an increasing
spiritual hardship that comes upon us as parents from seeing the maturation of
Cerebral Palsy. We know from research that Anna’s joints, bones and muscles
will start hurting more and more, and be deformed; Thus needing greater medicinal
interventions, difficult medical decisions, and surgeries. In our hearts we surrender,
we rally around God’s plan for Anna. We focus on taking Anna “as is” but when “as
is” becomes worse than what we previously accepted, it hard to be at peace with
it.
Help us
recommit to remembering the journey as God guided our steps, the miraculous
answers to prayers. Intercede with us for full healing to our interventionist
God. Most importantly because Christ lives in us, may we not ruin our witness
to the host of people watching by taking matters in our own hands. I say this
in humility, may God use our family the show “Christ in us the hope of glory”
amid our circumstances. In truth we are overcoming the suffering and trials only
by Jesus’s peace. Aren’t parents at their best to be a channel of God’s grace
to their kids?
Please Pray:
-For Anna to
adjust to the C-PAP machine and mask (it’s going really well), that it would be
graciously accepted as a new nightly routine. We rejoice in the benefits it
would bring.
-For Anna to
stop using repeated motions or tone to move her limbs (AKA bad neurological connections).
-May God
grant His healing over Anna’s fingers and wrists from the flesh wounds and
compel them to ability. Anna’s fine motor skills are hard to watch (she is
inconsistent at grasping and holding anything in her hands as desired).
-For our
heart brokenness as parents to be transformed into faith by Jesus Christ when
we see Anna’s physical struggles turning into more hardship. She is on loan for
sure and God has purposed Anna for His glory and her good.
-For Anna to see, for her to speak, for her to sit unassisted, to walk
Praise God
for her eyes working even better, for no sicknesses. Bless the Lord for the
extensive support we get from our government, insurances, and medical
professionals. Thank you Lord for her continued good sleeping.
We sang Oh for a Thousand Tongues to Sing
at church last weekend. Although we didn't sing stanza 12 its the one
that make me think of Anna, I wanted to share it with you, sing it if
you know the tune:)
"Hear him, ye deaf; his praise, ye dumb,
Your loosen'd tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy."
Your loosen'd tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Saviour come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy."
Happy New
Year,
The Currats