Today is a day of mixed emotions for me. When I am done typing this, I am off to the hospital to visit a newborn baby--the fourth boy born into a loving, Christian family. May God be praised!

And, at the same time, my heart is heavy. A dear friend of mine from my college days, Heather Andrews (Averill) is, in just a few short minutes, about to send her dear two-year-old son, Micah, off to have major surgery on his neck, as a result of injuries sustained in a serious car accident. There are so many unknowns, and yet she and her husband, John, cling to the hope that they have though Jesus Christ. May God be praised!

My two-year-old son's name is also Micah--imagine two friends on opposite sides of the country, giving their sons the same name without knowing it!--and every time I snuggle my Micah and kiss his cheeks, I feel grateful, and unworthy, and I grieve, and I pray, and I ask God to please sustain her. How can I even begin to wrap my mind around how she must feel right now? God, You are sovereign. You are holy. Your name be praised.

Dear friends, would you please visit Micah's blog right now? Would you pray for little Micah, and would you please leave a note of encouragement for John and Heather?

You can also visit them at CaringBridge:

Thanks so much for your prayers!

By His Grace,

Tiana