please pray for this little boy

This is Silas. He is the reason that Dan and I chose to adopt, and to adopt from Ethiopia. We met him when he was about 1 and a half or so maybe 2, and now he is a big boy of four years. He is the light of his parent’s life and to all who meet him.

He was bouncing around the corridors of church this past Sunday...he even told me I better hurry up into church cuz “Pastor Dan” had already gone in there to start service. He had just gotten a new bike, he was three the other day, now he is four. These were all the things that came spilling out of this vivacious little boy.

The very next day his parents discovered a sudden onset of pneumonia that had apparently been developing unbeknownst to anyone, which collapsed one of his lungs. This instigated a flurry of activity which transferred him to one of the leading children’s hospitals in the country which happens to be right here in the Twin Cities. There was a point in the middle of all the trauma that the docs told his parents that SIlas only had about an hour in his current condition and that they would have to take drastic measures. They came to the conclusion to put him on a machine called ECMO. This machine is a modern miracle in that it can clean his blood, and oxygenate it. It is a constant circulator of his blood. He cannot be removed from it until his lung heals. This machine is wonderful, but it presents it’s own set of risks with prolonged use. Silas’ parents were told he would realistically be on it for 3 to 6 weeks.

Heavenly Father we do NOT know what this has to do with your eternal plan for Silas’ life, but we pray for a miracle. We pray for rapid healing of his lung, we pray against infection, and we pray for him to be able to be taken off this machine quickly, more quickly than the experts think. We know you are more than able. We pray for your will to be done. Thank for the gift to the world that you gave in Silas.

Please pray this prayer with me blog land!

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