We know this place -- this waiting -- but it isn't any easier this time around. Not when she is 4 and talking and such an enormous part of our lives. Not when we have to hope that everything is okay, yet be aware just in case it isn't. Not when she is old enough to tell me she's scared.
It's been a good, healthy 2-year run, and I know there are always bumps. Always. This one just feels a little more like a mountain.
But we know what to do. We cling to the Truth, we ask God to move that mountain, and we try with all our hearts to believe that He will.
"Truly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be taken up and thrown into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says will come to pass, it will be done for him. Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours." Mark 11:23-24 ESV