The Power of Prayer

I had originally planned on posting a little something about this topic closer to July when our oldest son, Cade, had been involved in an accident that eventually led him to be air-lifted to Children's Mercy Hospital in Kansas City.

His accident, which can be found in more detail here: http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/note.php?note_id=404961610508 was a very humbling experience. We had so many family, friends, neighbors, and people we didn't even know praying for Cade and our family. Cade's classmates went up to the chapel to pray for him, school kids and their parents went up to church to say a rosary, and we had prayer lines from parishes all over the state and country spreading the news and offering up prayers.

I remember sitting in that helicopter and watching Cade's condition getting worse and worse. It wasn't the most pleasant experience. While I watched him, lifeless, lots of things went through my head. I prayed, I cried, I begged, and I pleaded. Things definitely turned out for the better. And after we got home he was spoiled. We retold the story of his amazing recovery countless times. And I'll never forget the stories people told us. There were a few, not just one, of people telling us that they remembered seeing a helicopter in the sky and praying for the person that was in it. And then when they found out who it was, were in shock.

This past weekend, our family had another miracle take place. My cousin Nick, Colton's Godfather, collapsed at the end of a race that was coincidentally in honor of a friend of Nick's that passed away a year ago. The race was also under the direction of my brother Paul and other friends of Nick. My uncle, who is a doctor and was visiting town, just happened to be there to perform CPR on Nick. Nick was down for 10 minutes before he came back. But the amazing part was that my Grandmother, who didn't know this was happening, was driving home and pulled to the side for an ambulance. She said she immediately said a prayer for whoever it was inside. She had no idea it was her grandson.

This continues to give me chills and brings me to this. It hasn't yet reached the 1 year mark of Cade's accident, but I've found that I haven't been as good about praying every time I hear that helicopter or those ambulance sirens. I tend to forget that there is someone in there in trouble, and that the family members of those patients are hurting, scared, and in need just like I was. No matter how busy I am, or how loud the kids are screaming in the car, just lifting up a little prayer for that person and their family can go a long way.

This Mother's Day was even extra special as the fears and worries of Cade's accident were brought back so vividly in the events of what happened to my cousin. As a Mom, and having gone through something so traumatic, I could understand what my aunt was going through. And while I enjoyed the flowers, hugs, cards, and smiles, I was most proud of my oldest son, who while playing 2nd base, made the sign of the cross as a helicopter had flown over the ballparks.

I said my own prayer for whoever was in that helicopter and then I thanked God that we were there at that ballpark watching Cade love life and for giving my cousin his! The way I pray has definitely changed this past year. And while God's plan may not always be on the same page as ours, He hears us. He'll help us. And you've got to remember that no matter what, He'll always love us!