Well, a precious young lady at my church informed me that I need to write on my blog more...so in honor of her, I write this story...one that I need to tell anyway.
Korie had seen her Neurologist and bloodwork was ordered. Having your blood drawn isn't fun for anyone, but especially Korie. Her veins are so tiny that it is almost impossible to "stick" her successfully. Every technician always thinks they are the ONE person who can do it and we usually have quite a traumatic experience before someone in the office is successful.
This visit was no different. We gave the first lady two tries and she called in another woman for help. Korie had been very patient and brave. Three vials of blood were suppose to be drawn and so far, not even one was halfway filled after the second try. While the new technician was sticking Korie in a very tender place near her wrist, I heard Korie "saying" something to herself under her breath. I leaned down and asked her what she was saying. She answered, " I am singing 'Number 8' on my favorite CD."
I smiled because she always refers to songs by their number on the cds. I helped her remember a little of the chorus but I wasn't sure exactly what all the words were. So, when I got home, I looked them up. I was amazed....here is the chorus:
I know You're there, I know You see me
You're the air I breathe
You are the ground beneath me
I know You're there, I know You hear me
I can find you anywhere
I know You're there
I know You're there, You're there.
WOW! All I could think was that when I go through difficult times, one of my first thoughts is "Why me? Why did God allow this to happen?" From my daughter, I learned my first thought should be "God, I know You're there!" TRUST! Simple trust. I am blessed.
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