Be anxious for nothing. . .

My little fellow is having his tonsils and adenoids out early Friday morning. I wouldn't say I'm a nervous wreck, but I'm certainly no placid drive through the orchard either. His tonsils are huge, and block his breathing. He snores like an old man (And I should know, because my "old man" snores. Love you, Dad!) and he has asthma and sleep apnea. He also has a mommy who has a face like a horse and spent four years in braces trying to fix a crazy, messed up mouth. I'm hoping to correct/avoid several of these problems by having this taken care of early. . . .but, man, it's hard. I guess it's not as hard now as it was to make the official decision to go through with it. All the "what ifs" are crowding into my mind, and I almost literally have to push them away. Over and over. Be anxious for nothing. . .be anxious..no..be anxious for nothing. . .And the peace of God which guards your heart. Yeah, I know, I know. Please let me feel that peace.

I know there are so many of you out there who have experienced much, much more traumatic events in the lives of your children. I know that I'm a comparative weakling. My heart goes out to those of you who are also making this decision now, or soon. It's not easy to know that your child is going to hurt, and know that he's not old enough to understand that. The thought of telling my sweet little guy, "It's ok, go with the nice doctor and everything will be all right;" with the full knowledge that he will be in pain very soon. . . Ugh.

And what about my other little sweetheart? Mim has never been away from Mommy for a night, and this will probably be two. (We don't live in a city, so we have to travel a bit) Will she be angry, or scared, or hurt. . .No, she'll be fine. She'll be with Grandma, who she loves very much. . .but. . .what if..

Be anxious for nothing, be anxious for nothing... The peace of God which passeth all understanding... Lord God, consider this my supplication, please.