The Battle continues

It's 5:15 a.m. We have been up since 3 a.m. Spencer was congested and coughing so I went to check on him. It was like the Holy Spirit tapped me on my shoulder and said... "A storm is coming. Board up your windows. Get your supplies. Be ready." I decided to move Spencer to my bed. I gave him some OTC cold medicine. He quickly went back to sleep in my bed.

3:52 a.m. I wake up to Spencer seizing. Once again... we are not sure how long but I'm sure it would have been longer had he not been laying beside me. No way I would have known if he had been in his own bed. We turn on the lights and wash his face and try to talk him out of it. We pray. It doesn't stop. We administer his rescue medication. It doesn't stop. We call 911.

The person on the line rubs me the wrong way. She is asking questions like "Is he diabetic?" "Has he recently had surgery?" I know it is her job, but I started the call by saying that he has epilepsy and he is having a status seizure... that we had already administered his rescue medication. You would think she could tell that I have been through this a few times. I say to her... "no he is not diabetic... he has epilepsy." I guess I snapped at her because she retorts something like, "Mam, answering questions that way won't stop his seizure." No kidding lady.

At this moment I feel bad for speaking to her with a sharp tone. At that moment I didn't. 

The ambulance arrives and Spencer is taken to the hospital. Greg went with him. This is the first time I have been left at home. I am usually the one to take the hospital trip. I don't like the waiting. I am trying to listen to the voice of the Father and not the voice of the accuser.  I don't know what to do other than pray and right now I'm prayed out... so I am posting this to fill the time. 

I've been maintaining contact with Greg through texting. The seizure has stopped and Spencer is awake. He is talking to the nurses about his school, his teacher and getting a seizure dog. That is definitely at the top of our priority list now. At least the prayer about direction on getting a dog has been answered. We will apply and leave it in God's hands.

I am trying to remember and pray my scripture from two nights ago. I've had to go back to read this post to remind myself. I quickly begin to think about the day ahead. Our plans have changed. No school. Greg will probably not work. I'll cancel my training probably. 

I think about the fact that our  plans have changed for just one day. What about people tonight who are facing a situation where their plans have changed for the rest of their lives. What about the people whose situations tonight have changed their eternity. I try to lift them up in prayer too.

I wonder if I should even be posting this. What will people think about me posting on a blog while my child is at the hospital?  Then I think to myself... maybe God has allowed you to be able to think and write about this now, at this exact moment, because something you say will make a difference for someone in my kingdom... someone  who is fighting a battle of their own... so I am getting ready to hit "publish."

Yes, there is a battle going on all around us. It is a spiritual battle as much as a physical and mental one. But we who belong to Christ know that the battle has already been won.

Revelation 12:10-11

Then I heard a loud voice in heaven say:

"Now have come the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God,

and the authority of his Christ. 

For the accuser of our brothers, 

who accuses them before God day and night,

has been hurled down.

They overcame him by the blood of the Lamb

and by the word of their testimony."

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