As I blog the life of my family, it's tempting to only tell you the good stuff.
The things that I am excited to share.
The happy parts of our story.
But that is a disservice.
To my family.
To my Jesus.
Tomorrow morning we will drive our little girl up to San Francisco.
And hand her over to a surgeon that we've only met four times.
And that surgeon will cut behind her ear and drill into her skull by the time most of you are eating breakfast.
Dramatic, I know.
But it's our reality today.
And I will be honest to say.
I know that she is God's child.
On loan to us for a time.
But we still have to make decisions on her behalf.
And we do our best.
But we still doubt.
Please hear me.
We are thrilled. And excited for the technology that is available to us.
Thankful for excellent insurance that pays for the entire procedure.
But anxious at the process that gets us there.
Will you pray with us?
For her surgeon.
For the anesthesiologist.
All that come in contact with her tomorrow.
Would you pray for Ashlyn?
That she would understand this is for her good.
That we are trying to do what we think will be best for her.
That she would feel minimal, if no pain.
For a speedy recovery.
And that the device would work well for her.
That she would benefit from it.
We are incredibly grateful for our family and friends.