This is hard

As you can see, I have not kept up on my blog... there seems like an overwhelming amount to catch up on. I'm going to have to take baby steps, a little here a little there. I have had a busy summer. Seems like just a busy life, period. Here's something though that I never expected. And something that I know God will move me through. Here's something, that is hard. I think this hard place is a good place to restart my blog, because never in my life have I wanted to share a story as bad as this one. This is one that I want everyone to hear so that for one second they can experience this... this toughness, and fear. This is the type of fear that drives a faith so deep and so strong, I can't even explain it. I want people to experience this insane amount of love for someone else. This is something that I know deserves this.

Anyone who has met him has fallen in love with him. Zayd Craig Parsons is now eleven weeks old and he is... so strong. He is my nephew, and one of the most beautiful babies I have ever seen, I have ever known. I may be bias, but oh if you could just hold him. If you could watch him look at you, if you could hear him breathe. He looks so perfect when he sleeps, and he is loved, SO loved by everyone that knows him. Even those that don't. I am so blessed to have been an aunt that can love, hug, kiss, and hold him. He deserves that.

Zayd is fighting really hard right now, more than any 11 week old should. Please don't read this story about Zayd and think it is just another devastating story about a small boy who is sick. This isn't about pity, or to be sad. This is about what Zayd deserves and he always deserves our best, at least I think so. Our little peanut is so much more than any story. So, so, so much more. He fights his odds everyday and proves to us that he is so strong, but he has a lot coming for him this week that he should never have to face. On Tuesday, Zayd is having an open heart, reconstructive surgery. For those that don't know his story, you may gasp at this. What if I tell you this is his second heart surgery, in eleven weeks? What would you say then? I can hardly believe how much he is gone through, and really, we knew he would have another surgery. It is not supposed to be now. The doctors say that they want him to be bigger, but the surgery has to be now. It has to be Tuesday.



Zayd has so much to fight for. His parents love him, so much. His family loves him so much. But he also needs us so badly. Any readers out there, I am asking something that I know you hear a lot. But please, just keep on reading for one minute. I am asking you to pray. I am asking for prayer for favor during his four to six hour surgery, I am asking you to pray for knowledge and strength in the doctor's. I am asking you to pray for his family, his parents, all of us that will be waiting in the waiting room to hear that he is going to recover healthily. I asking you, please, to pray for him to be well. If you don't pray, if you've never prayed... could you start today? There's a song that I am thinking of right now and part of the lyrics say, "If you've got to start somewhere, why not here? If you've got to start sometime why not now?" I had chills when I heard that song today because I thought, this is exactly what I need to ask... I just need to ask for this one thing for him, this one prayer.

The plan is already set and we don't even know what it will be. I have no idea what Tuesday will bring us. But whatever it is, whatever the outcome, we will be be so impacted and blessed by prayer.

If I didn't love him so much, this may not be as hard. But I do, and it is. Waiting for Tuesday is excruciating, but all I can do is have faith in the goodness and pray for all the rest.

For those of you who took the time to sit down and read this, thank you. I couldn't actually thank you enough. I may seem distant the next couple days, but now you will know where my head is at...and where my heart is at, too :)