After my traumatic morning with Vivian, the rest of my day has gone quite well.
My mom and I ran a couple of errands and then came back to the house to unwind while Robert and his mother stayed with Vivian at the hospital. Robert came home just before dinner and reported that although the doctors were weaning Vivian off of her sedatives (slowly this time) in hopes of performing an EEG in the morning, she had been peaceful and quiet all afternoon.
My mom, Robert and I enjoyed a delicious meal that a good friend brought. After dinner my mom went into the living room and began to play old hymns on the piano (my mom plays beautifully by ear). I lay down on the sofa in there and quietly sang along to Take My Hand, Precious Lord, Great is Thy Faithfulness, Holy, Holy, Holy, What a Friend We Have in Jesus, Love Divine, All Loves Excelling and many, many more. My mom must have played for an hour. I had forgotten how comforting and powerful hymns could be. I was overcome by the greatest sense of peace and truly felt God's tangible presence. What an incredible blessing my mom and those hymns were.
Later this evening Robert and I went back to the hospital. Vivian was still resting peacefully when we arrived. I lay down in the bed beside her and sang some of the hymns to her. Robert and I read some Psalms and prayed over Vivian. At one point Robert rubbed some Carmex on Vivian's lips, and she squirmed and made a sour face, a very typical Vivian reaction!
I can't explain the difference between my demeanor this morning and tonight other than that God heard your prayers asking Him to guard my heart and my mind with a peace that passes all understanding. Surely He also hears your petitions for healing for our sweet Vivian.
Thanks to each of you.
"Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness." Lamentations 3:22-23
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