Yesterday, my Sidekick and I high-tailed it out of town and made our way into the big city.
We didn't let a little pouring down rain slow us down. Well, actually we did. It took us an extra hour to get there.
His prize bag was running on empty, so we stopped at his favorite bookstore (Books-A-Million) to pick out some new pages to flip.
Side note: I chose a magazine that I really, really wanted. Halfway through the store I noticed the magazine was $9.99. I do not own the magazine. Amen.
We camped out at the Ronald McDonald House where we were served brilliant Mexican food by a group of athletes. They gave each child an autographed baseball. They gave Riley two.
We took our laptop along to watch a movie in our room. We chose Hunger Games. It's my fave. Well, and about 25 other movies.
Bright and early this morning we checked out of the RMH and headed to the Chick-fil-a for some minis and o.j. and then we headed to the big fancy doctor's place.
I swiped a Magic Pen activity book whilst in the bookstore yesterday. It turned out to be a big hit. Until they dilated his eyes.
Today's appointment wasn't what we had hoped for: healing. It wasn't pleasant at all, in fact.
We're still processing some things over here. Some additional tests were ordered and conducted today. We will return in two weeks and see what the plan will be.
I've had a rotten spot in my heart this afternoon. Clinging to hope can seem pointless on days like this.
There are so many things I can't control. And that's the problem.
Riley belongs to God, not me.
We have two weeks to fill his little God Pocket back up, stock the prize bag with some new age appropriate treasures and get my heart back in the right place.
There were some sweet spots in our little trip. Drinks from the QT, a trip to the Target dollar aisle, an on-going game involving singing songs from commercials of the 1980's and lunch today with my college roommate and her brood of kiddos.
Riley is fearfully and wonderfully made by my God: who is, by the way, good, all the time!
Praying for the next two weeks - that the God Pocket fills right up, that the visit is a little more pleasant and that you get some rest, my friend!
ReplyDeleteQuestion: what are some things that would be considered age-appropriate for the prize bag?
He's 12 and in that awkward era of too big for this, too young for that. He reads in an 11th grade level so letting him choose a book is good. He likes those Magic Pens activity books and treats like a Milkshake. Finding small little things is proving to be a challenge. He does love to draw so small sketch book sets are appropriate for him.
DeletePraying for Riley...and you. He belongs to the King of the Ages. (And so do you, Mama.)
ReplyDeleteYes, yes! Thank you sweet friend!
DeletePraying here. As much as you love him, God loves him more. Clinging to his promises.
ReplyDeleteYes, yes. Thank you sweet Janie.... 5 more days!
DeletePraying that Hope invades your heart and lifts you up.
ReplyDeleteI love that word invade. Perfect!
DeletePraying for your son, Joy. And your words that Riley is HIS ring so true, whether are kids are biological or adopted or fostered.... Daily I hold my foster son, pray over him, and offer him up to God, because he literally is not my child. But it is the same with every child in our homes...they are all HIS... and nothing that happens to them is a surprise to our God. That is beautiful and hard, all at the same time.
ReplyDeleteYes, yes! You are so right about these babies. Hard to grasp at times, but we are all His!
DeleteKeeping you in prayer this week!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kate!
Deletei second janie!
ReplyDeletealso, i love ya...
don't forget that. :)
xoxo
also, i love ya right back.
Deletexxoo