a glimpse towards Sunday 9.26.14

I have in-laws who will drive 8 hours from Indiana to Georgia just to catch a birthday dinner for a grandchild. The next morning the drive back to Indiana begins. That’s a 16-hour sacrifice. Crazy. You will sacrifice greatly for something you desperately love.

On Monday night my 20-year-old, Lauren, was having a very bad migraine. The pain was increasing and the vomiting ensued. Finally, around 10 p.m., we asked Lauren if she wanted to go to the ER. She hesitated… rolled her throbbing head on the back of our couch… and then finally relinquished. Through faint tears Lauren said, “Can you take me to the Emergency Room?”

With that we loaded up what we needed, and headed for Kennestone Hospital. Once there, we did the usual check-in routine and was asked to wait for Lauren’s name to be called. Two hours later, we were taken back to room 8. Before any treatments were attempted, more information was taken and a credit card was scanned. A Physician’s Assistant gave Lauren an initial neurology exam, prescribed morphine and fluids, and suggested a brain scan. It was now 1 a.m.

The morphine kicked in just after it was injected, and around 1:30 a.m. Lauren began to rest wonderfully. She would later hail the wonders of morphine and inquired as to the cost. We dismissed this thinking as… the morphine talking.

At around 2:30, the fluids were flowing intravenously and nurses were waiting for a urine sample from a deep sleeping Lauren. Sherry and I were running thin on sleep ourselves. Somewhere between 3 and 3:30 a.m. they came to wheel Lauren away for her brain scan. I was wide awake. My mind raced a thousand different directions.

Approximately 4 a.m., Lauren was back in the room. The nurse said the brain scan results would be back within the hour. Sherry and I prayed silently. At 5:30 the Physician’s Assistant gave us the great news and all clear of the scan. A final high dose of ibuprofen flowed through Lauren’s plastic vein line. We were given verbal instructions on how to manage migraine’s better… along with a couple prescriptions for added help.

We were home by 6 a.m. About the time we were getting to bed, the other Scott’s were rising for School. Lauren muttered, “I’m sorry, but thank you.” My quick words were simply, “There’s nothing to be sorry about.” You will sacrifice greatly for what you desperately love.

On Sunday, we’ll be looking at Genesis 4:1-8. It’s the great Cain and Abel story. God will use this to challenge our level of sacrifice to a God who gave it all. You will sacrifice greatly for what you desperately love. And He did. Will we?

See you Sunday. I’m excited to be with you and teach. Come early for our gatherings at 9 and 11 a.m.
Blessings My Friends,


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