Christmas Eve, Part 2

McFall Christmas in the Covid woods: Day 7: I posted earlier a really wordy, poetic post, so this one may be more information-centered. But I’ve been more emotional this evening, so no promises. Jordan is stalled out in his process. He feels awful, but he keeps chugging along, taking care of everyone. I know this is the hardest on him, and it breaks my heart to not be able to help more. Pray for him, so much, please. He’s such a trooper, but he’s suffering.

I hit scared today and stayed there. It’s clear that previous medical trauma is making it difficult to make the call regarding hospitalization. Any normal human probably would have called it by now, but it is so complex. I know that my chances are better at home. I also am equipped to monitor vitals and have supplemental oxygen available.

As a medically fragile individual with so many complications, a false move in the hospital (like using regular saline for fluids) could fully collapse a lung or trigger total anaphylaxis. (It has happened). So we keep watch and walk the line.

I’m tired, weary, and fighting the anxiety that comes with the scary Covid symptoms, and as we watched our church’s Christmas Eve service online(Goddard United Methodist Church), I wept the entire time. The ache of being incredibly ill this Christmas definitely hit my heart today. The crushing weight of the pain and agony of this illness pushed in with intensity.

But Lily and I held each other close as tears spilled down my cheekbones into my ears, and I realized too that this is a sacred holy part of Christmas Eve (the part I wrote about earlier today).

Pray for wisdom for us to know when is time to turn over care to the hospital. Above that, pray for a clear and permanent turn for the better for both Jordan and me. For those who want numbers, my oxygen level without O2 support is hovering between 80 and 90. We have the home oxygen running at 5+ liters. It goes technically up to 5 but you can turn it up slightly higher. Oddly, my lungs don’t feel terrible, so that provides some peace of mind as well.

All-in-all, it’s been a raw Christmas Eve—really low points, but oh my gosh, the glory beauty is like the reality while the ashes of the Christmas with Covid seem like a strange surreal fake holograph image that hovers over the reality of what we know is something so much greater—the kingdom of heaven.

This is the setting. The real thing is straight up glory. God, give us eyes to see You through the surface image of our pain.

O come, o come, Emmanuel.

The thrill of hope still strikes the broken hearts tonight: maybe even more so than the self-sufficient ones. Keep the prayers coming. The woods seem dark and deep tonight, not so much lovely.

But it’s the Savior’s day: where our incarnate Lord made Himself nothing, broke through, and physically inserted Himself into our mess. He did so in order to permanently dwell in the hearts of those who choose to believe, raising them to life in Him. And we look forward to the day when He ultimately rights all wrongs, wipes away all tears, reverses the curse of sin and death, and brings heaven and earth together under His mighty and glorious reign. Nothing can overshadow that kind of celebration.

Categories Uncategorized

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Pastor Al Gilbert

Blogs, Sermons and More

Avalanche of Grace

Finding God's Grace along the Broken Road

Life is a Vapor

Equipping Christians to Live a Life of Radical Love and Service

With Great Hope

Rejoice in your hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. - Romans 12:12

romansmumandmehome.wordpress.com/

Motherhood, lifestyle, Travel

Supercali-whatever.

I used to keep my mouth shut. This is what I say when I don't know what to say.

ordinarilyextraordinarymom

Because we all live a life that is perfectly imperfect

Drawing Closer to Christ

Trusting the Love of Jesus Christ, One Day at a Time - Psalm 13:5 NIV, “But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation.”

Ron Tamir Nehr

Self Empowerment & Business Coaching

Charisma

Inner Beauty - Outward

Message In Stanza

Poetry and Musings

Mustard Seed Living

With this news, strengthen those who have weak knees. Say to those with fearful hearts, Be strong & do not fear, for your God is coming to destroy your enemies. He is coming to save you.” ‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭35:3-4‬ ‭

Tarbelite Confessions

Weaving a story to protect myself

The lovely dandelion

spreading a little joy into the world one seed at a time

insicknessandinfaith

He is faithful through the storm

cholley's musings

my thoughts and prayers about my journey with my Savior, Jesus

Pure Glory

The heavens are telling the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims His handiwork. Psalms 19:1

%d bloggers like this:
search previous next tag category expand menu location phone mail time cart zoom edit close