For the past two weeks my four-year old granddaughter has asked for the same song, “Strings” by Misty Edwards to be played over and over again. Today as I took all three little ones to a friend’s so I could rush to the hospital after learning her daddy’s condition had deteriorated, I asked if she wanted to hear “Strings”. I thought it might calm my soul as well.
She said, “No. Play the next song.”
It was, “I believe that you’re my healer.”
“That’s the one!” she said.
I didn’t tell her what was happening with Daddy, but she sang so sweetly and innocently and confidently in the back seat:
Nothing is impossible for you
Nothing is impossible
Nothing is impossible for you...
Daddy was so unstable this morning they didn’t dare move him across the hallway into the O.R., but rather did further surgery on him in the ICU.
He lives.
We cling to hope.
Charis: Subject to Change 
Continuing to pray for that precious little girl’s papa! ❤
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I pray for healing, for grace and for the peace that passes all understanding to be your portion today. Cindy, from B.C. Canada
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We need to follow your grand daughter’s attitude and quiet faith. She’s praying by listening to that still small voice that’s so pristinely alive in her! I’m praying my friend ~ thank you for this song.
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