Rob would normally kill me for this, but for once in my life, I have asked for permission. Here goes. When Rob was a kid he was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis. I'm clearly not a doctor, but CF basically means that it causes a thick, sticky mucus to build up in the lungs, digestive tract, and other areas of the body. Makes it very hard to breathe. It is one of the most common chronic lung diseases in children and young adults. It is a life-threatening disorder. Pretty serious stuff. Well, recently Rob has been living in his lil compound at MUSC blowing his duck calls:) He has a terrible infection and we need it to peace out. I wish nothing more than to be able to hijack him right out of there. If that was even remotely a possibility, I'm pretty sure Rob would have escaped by now.
When I was visiting the other day, I asked him if there was anything he needed. He said prayer. For some reason, on this particular day, I almost busted into tears. Yes, I'm emotional any who about all of this, but I almost started crying because it hit me that I don't have a whole lot of faith in that department. And why the heck have I not been on my knees praying for one of my best friends?? I suddenly felt all un worthy to get to pray for Rob. Why should I pray? I'm like the lowest on the totem pole in the prayer department.. I always say oh yeah, I will pray and then I mysteriously don't seem to actually do it. All of these ridiculous thoughts came rushing in. (You know- when it rains it pours..) I started feeling terrible for not believing that my prayers could hold a little power and that if I truly believe what I say that I believe- then God can do ANYTHING. Why do I not live with that thought in my head (and heart) all of the time? Why do I put God in a box and bust him out when I need him? Then, when I do need him, I don't always think he will pull through? It took my friend, who has been through hell, to give me an accidental gut check. He didn't even know. So Rob, whether he knew it or not, inspired me big time. Inspired me to first of all- Pray. Secondly, he inspired me to have to ask for a whole lot more faith. To get the flip out of the boat and actually talk to the Lord and believe that he can do powerful things. Word. Sometimes, I just need a swift kick in you know where...
So back to you. Will you please pray? Pray that his infection goes away. Pray that he feels better. Pray that God would show up. Big time.
Thank you much,