Why, you ask?
Because we just called the hospital to check on Jonah during my early morning pumping session and the nurse - beautiful, wonderful, heroic, ever-striving-forward Sabrina - reported to us that Jonah ate like a champ his last feeding. She estimates that he took AND SWALLOWED about 4 of the 5 cc's that she gave him tonight. One suck was so loud, she heard it outside of his isolette. Wow! God continues to answer very specific prayers, doesn't He? Are we surprised??? (that was rehtorrical of course)
... could be the Zantac.
... could be he's figured it out.
... could be just a one time thing.
... could be my Awesome Savior, Jesus Christ of Nazareth.
I choose number four. Yes, that's my final answer.
Thank you sweet Jesus for this
Praise be to Yaweh Jireh - MY God, HE provides.
Now I just have to get myself wound down and back asleep. No more thinking about Jonah. No more thinking about Jonah. No more thinking about Jonah...
Come, let's shout praises to God, raise the roof for the Rock who saved us! - Psalm 95:1
(This is the Message version of this verse. I've always kind of made fun of the way they put it in this version, but right now, it seems just about perfect!)
Goodnight, I hope. Thank you for praying for Jonah.