Monday, August 9, 2010

Tomorrow

Last summer, when I was visiting in Kansas, I stood out on the porch of my parents' farmhouse with my mom and one of my sisters and watched a thunderstorm roll in. Big, dark clouds racing toward us, full of thunder and lightning and pouring down sheets and torrents of rain. If we hadn't been under the cover of the porch, there would have been no avoiding being completely enveloped in the storm. I felt the wave of pressure and heard the noise as it swept down on us, loud and big and ominous, and I was small in the face of it.

I suppose that's a little like how I feel tonight.

My baby is four months old today, and tomorrow morning, I will hand her over to a surgeon for a couple of hours. Please pray.

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