Eclipsed by Glory.

What a fabulous day.

And utterly exhausting.

As I’m typing this I can barely keep my eyes open… and its not even 7:30pm.

Today was Annie’s MRI at Children’s, always a draining day for both of us… but today was thrilling. Still draining, but thrilling.

For those of you who aren’t my Facebook friends and haven’t heard, we got good news today: the tumor is “essentially unchanged” from the last MRI six months ago…

BUT…

BUT…

“The angles are slightly different (comparing today’s picture with the last one) but I’d even say it looks to be measuring slightly smaller,” said Dr. Sacco.

Which is nothing short of miraculous.

Praise be to God.

I distinctly remember the surgeon telling us at our first appointment with him that “TUMORS ONLY GROW.” From a medical standpoint, tumors to not shrink, and they do not go away. Medically speaking.

Of course we Christian believers know that to be untrue. We’ve seen healing happen… we’ve heard stories of miraculous healings happening… and I daresay we all know or know of someone who has been healed in a way that can ONLY be attributed to the healing hand of God Almighty.

Miracles do happen.

I drove the 90 miles home glowing, happy praise lyrics running through my head over and over:

…suddenly I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory… and I realize just how beautiful You are and how great Your affections are for me….

I’m thankful for more than I can list in one blog post. That God cares about one marble-sized mass in a five-year-old’s head. That prayer works. For my two beautiful children who love each other. For being a mom. For healing. For the thirty-plus people who have let me know they’ve prayed/they’re praying for Annie. For my family, immediate and extended, who ALL pray for Annie. For great health insurance and being able to afford the copay. For my Honda Accord that gets great gas mileage. For the Britax carseat that kept Annie safe on our way to Dallas. That we have the best pediatric neurosurgeon in Texas. For the amazing care the kids receive at Children’s, and the nurse who now knows us and remembers that Annie freaks out a little at the sight of blood, and takes great pains to keep her from seeing it. For anesthesiologist Dr. Murphy who cracks silly jokes about poop and toots to distract Annie from the IV going into her hand. For J-tips so Annie doesn’t have to be gassed (The gas is awful). For a job where my coworkers care and pray and happily take over my job for a day so I can take Annie to the hospital. For a boss who texted me, “…this tumor has no control over you or those in your life.. I will stand on Matthew 18:18, 19, and 20 with you. Praise God.” For the Starbucks inside Children’s that has kid-sized hot chocolate cups and cookies when Annie needs a treat between appointments. For the constant texts, Facebook messages, and phone calls today to let me know that people were praying, that people cared, and that people love us.

We are unbelievably blessed.

Oh, God is so good to us.