Prayers

Today we took Velani to her well check-up and she's on the low percentile in height and in the middle for weight. She's been doing pretty good with her glucose readings ever since she got the pump. Last month they ran some blood work, but we never got the results back, but didn't think much about it because when you don't hear back from them it usually means everything is ok, but I still told her pediatrician that the endocrinologist had done some tests, but that we never got any results back and so she kindly checked for us. One of the tests was a thyroid test and that came back good and the other one was the celiac test and that one came out positive. Now she said it was strange that they hadn't told us about it, but that we had to be 100% sure she is positive for celiac disease so they are gonna have to do another test and this one requires a biopsy.

As I write this all I can think about is that day when she was diagnosed with diabetes and the feeling I felt that day. I cried A LOT and I prayed A LOT too, but I knew she'd be ok. I am going through the same thing again. I read about the disease and I just pray that if she has it that I can be a better mom. That I can take care of her and her diet. I know my Father is listening and that he knows me and the desires of my heart. I just want my girls to be ok no matter what. I know he listens and answers our prayers. He has answered many of mine and I still remember when I gained my own testimony about prayers and I'd like to share that with you:

I think I was about 7 or 8 years old. I remember Braulio having this bike my parents had just fixed up for him. I don't remember the details, but I think we went into a little shop for a few minutes and when we came out it was no longer there. We were devastated. Somebody had stolen his bike! We were heartbroken and I just remember going into a room, in my grandma chatas home, all by myself and began to pray the way I was taught to pray. I asked our Heavenly Father to help us find my brother's bike because he was really sad. We had just picked it up at the bike shop that day where they had fixed it up for him. I don't remember how long I was in that room, but I do remember I was just crying and pouring my heart out to Him. I kept that to myself and didn't say anything the rest of that afternoon. They drove around looking for it in the neighborhood, but no luck! It was time to go home and as we were leaving I kept praying in my mind as I just stared out the window of the car. A few seconds later they saw it. I don't remember where or exactly how it happened, but I will never forget the feeling that I felt that moment. I cried and cried and when they asked me why I was crying I told them what I had done. I knew for myself that day that nothing was impossible to our Father in Heaven. He knows the desires of our hearts and he knew mine that day. That was only one of the many times my prayers have been heard and answered.

Now I am teaching my girls what I was taught and how to pray and every night my little girls and I pray together for their health, for our families, and for ourselves. I want them to know God lives and that he hears our prayers no matter what.