87,000...

87,000 is a number worth celebrating.  It's a big number.  It's more than we asked for.  I'm talking blood platelet levels friends! (I wrote about our scare with the little Miss last weekend HERE).

The little Miss jumped from 26,000 platelets after Tuesday's CBC to 87,000 yesterday!  We are so excited, as we've surpassed the 50,000 benchmark and are in a more stable category.  This was again, an answer to prayer that far exceeded what we were asking for.  We anticipated a small increase and prepared for even a slight decrease in platelets...but, in God's grace and mercy, we received wonderful news!

Most close to us know how gloriously active our wee ones are.  They climb, run, jump, skip, and move their little bodies with an absorbent amount of energy.  Okay...let's swap the word 'energy' with the phrase, "monkey-like abandon."  With this energy level, fear crept into my heart about the little Miss's safety.  It's hard enough to keep her two-year-old body from stumbling and crashing, so I worried and fretted and became over protective of her every move.  A natural response most would concede. 

But, when a dear friend came to visit, she saw me fret and jump to grab Eva at every little trip, stumble or bump.  In her sweet, soft-spoken way, she gently reminded me that I was not releasing Eva into God's care.  She didn't wag her finger at me, or criticize me as a mom.  She just gently reminded me that I was exhausting myself with worry.


I think it no coincidence that during my next quiet time I came across this verse:

"Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty. This I declare of the Lord: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; He is my God, and I am trusting in Him." Psalm 91:1-2 (NLT)


It was a sweet and humbling reminder that I was  not allowing myself (or Eva) to trust in HIS safety and finding HIM as a place of refuge. 


As the saying goes:  "Let go, and let God." When I stopped fretting over Eva, her health (and frankly her gravity-defying stunts--within reason), and trusted God's protection for her, it was so freeing!

Now, I'm certainly not allowing her to climb and jump, but, I am letting her live with a teensy bit more freedom. 

We continue to pray and trust her levels will continue to increase.  The little Mr. has been so sweet in his prayers for his baby sister as well.  The other night he so earnestly prayed that God would make his baby sister feel better and make her bruises go away...so he can run in the house again.  Oy vey!