Well, y’all…

…I’ve personally confirmed that there is very little in this world that is worse for a parent than having a child hospitalized. The fight to get an IV started, the struggle to sleep, the inability to get over the self-doubt and blame we place on ourselves as parents…especially moms….it’s both terrible and terrifying.

Over the past 5 days, our baby girl has been through the wringer. Diagnosed with the flu on Monday, high fevers for over 48 hours, and finally admitted to the hospital on Thursday afternoon for severe dehydration. Whew, y’all. Mama is tired.

To top it all off, Friday night, my Mama got up to check on us (proof motherhood never truly ends), and realized Elly had somehow disconnected the line feeding the fluid into the IV. The nurses came in and tried to flush the line, and after a minutes-long battle that seemed to last eons, they realized it wouldn’t flush. There was a clot somewhere in the line from all the moving and shaking Elly had been doing.

They left the room to get the charge nurse, and Mama and I began to pray. I didn’t ask her if she prayed. She didn’t pray aloud. But, I knew. She was praying, and so was I. The charge nurse came in and said, “I’ve called the doctor and he has no problem with us taking the IV out. Her fluids are fine. She won’t have a problem.”

I silently rejoiced, and she slowly and methodically began removing the IV from my baby’s arm. She fought a bit, but once it was out, her little body relaxed and she went almost immediately to sleep. I laid down next to her and took a peek at the clock just as a mental note as to what time all this had happened. It was 11:50.

And, in that moment, the Lord spoke into my spirit, “it’s just about midnight.”

I’m not sure what life has put you through this week, this month, this year…shoot, this decade. But, the Lord sent me to tell you, “it’s just about midnight.”

The chains that have bound you for far too long…
The shame you’ve lived behind because of something in your past…
The guilt you can’t let go of because of something that was done to you, not something that you did…
The fear that you’ll never measure up…
The crushing grief of losing someone who’ll never return…

It all ends. But there’s one stipulation. Praise.

“But about midnight when Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns of praise to God, and the prisoners were listening to them; suddenly there was a great earthquake, so [powerful] that the very foundations of the prison were shaken and at once all the doors were opened and everyone’s chains were unfastened.” Acts 16:25-26

Praise Him when you can’t see the way out.
Praise Him when the options are taken away.
Praise Him when the walls are closing in.
Praise Him when you can’t see your hand in front of your face.
Praise Him for the salvation of the person your flesh would love to see pay for what they did.

Don’t let the jailor win. Instead, win Him to Christ, praising God…right about midnight.

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