"Revive Me" and a Request for Prayer

Consider my affliction and please deliver me/Plead my cause and redeem me/Salvation is not for the wicked/For they don't seek your word/Great are your tender mercies, Lord/Revive me, according to your loving kindness/Revive me, that I may seek your word/Revive me, according to your loving kindness/Revive me, oh Lord/You give me understanding/According to your word/Great peace for those who seek your face/I long for salvation/My lips shall praise your name/I rejoice in the treasure of your keep/Chorus/For all my ways are before you/I let your hand become my help/My soul longs and adores you/Let my cry come before you, oh Lord/Chorus/Oh, Revive me/Revive me

This is the song that seemed to echo my heart Tuesday afternoon and this morning. Around four o'clock yesterday I called my mom to check up on her. She had an appointment that day with her arthritis doctor at Barnes Jewish Hospital. The appointment didn't go well.

September 30, 2005, my mom had surgery to remove a nodule on her foot. She contracted strep and staph infections in her foot, most likely from the surgery. She had surgery again on my dad's birthday, June 23. It has been an on-going saga--her foot isn't healing. Because of the arthritis medications she has taken over the years, my mom's immune system is ineffective for her foot. She's been passed back and forth like a hot potato between Appleman Pediatry in Cape Girardeau and a wound specialist in the Wound Care Center at Southeast Missouri Hospital. Nothing is being done! She is a tough case, I'll admit, but isn't there something they can do? She can't take her medication for rheumatoid arthritis now because it interferes with her foot's "healing," so without God's care, she'll likely be sore for the holidays.

Yesterday she found out that the hole in her foot is growing deeper, and she's supposed to get a second MRI done to check for infection in the bone. At worst, her foot would have to be... you know. After I got off the phone with Mom, who has maintained a fantastic and, for the most part, optimistic attitude about the whole thing, I filled my sister in on Mom's status. I then went out to the car and wept.

This has to be so difficult for Mom. Can you imagine the emotional struggle? She's been through so much pain throughout the majority of her life--and for her to know that her body isn't able to repair itself! At least in this situation anyway. She has a cold right now, and I'm confident she'll get over it just fine.

I'm deeply burdened over the whole thing and frustrated with how the doctors have handled Mom's situation. My aunt Cindy, a very good nurse, has done more than anyone, in my opinion. Many are praying for my mom, but the more the merrier, so please pray for her. God will answer in His timing.

In light of this situation, the events that took place this morning are not worth writing about.

"Revive me... Let my cry come before you, oh Lord."