I tell this story...because it's even though it was such a 'small' prayer...it was answered...in a big way.
And I tell it with the sensitivity that many prayers...by many heartfelt hearts...go seemingly unanswered. And you and I...this side of Heaven, will never know the answer to why that is.
This is a story...about a prayer that was answered. Though small...it was big.
To one little girl...it was very big.
Tirzah turned 12. There was only one item on her wish list for the last year. We stopped talking about it. She had stopped talking about it. But it was her #1 wished for gift.
We have not been an 'animal family'. Yes, we have a horse. But...indoor pets...not so much.
I grew up with a siamese kitten and determined if we ever had a cat...it would be one with fun, spunky personality like siamese.
For Tirzah's birthday, we found an amazing family with new 6 week old siamese kittens. In fact...we decided to go for an 'afternoon drive' for these kittens. The people became friends. We sat and visited with them, with all of our children for over an hour.
During the hour...Azlan fell in love with the feistiest one there. No surprises in that connection! :)
After looking at me with those eyes and me knowing he has the money in his account...no intentions of going to China...we decided he could buy one as well. So Tirzah got on for her birthday and Azlan bought one with his money.
The names were decided. Moe and Joe.
By the time we got home that evening...Azlan was quite sick. The next day I took him to the pediatrician to find out he was having quite an asthmatic reaction and needed an inhaler. She said it was highly unlikely this would go away and to not give him treatments sooner than every 4 hours. Well by 2 hours after treatments...the child would be wheezing, red face and barely able to catch his breath.
We knew it wasn't looking good.
By the second night, Tirzah knew as well.
I went up in her room to find her snuggly Moe and Joe, two tiny 6week old kittens. She was sobbing. Her face was red, puffy, swollen.
As I laid down beside her, stroking her hair...there was little to say. I had honestly never seen her so emotionally distraught. She finally spoke up: "Have you ever had your absolute dream come true...only to have it ripped away two days later?" Now ... you would have to know Tirzah. She's all about her siblings and of all her struggles...selfishness isn't really one. I told her I completely understood and was so sorry for this happening. She quickly looked up at me and said "it would take a miracle wouldn't it? A total miracle for Azlan's asthma to be gone? Because he's getting worse and worse..." She stopped and told me how she's praying for that miracle b/c she would know it was God and nothing else.
I actually cried with her. It was a simple prayer. Not life altering. No disease. No death bed. Just a simple, sweet prayer...from a hurting little girl. In perspective...it was a non issue. To her...? In that moment...? It was a big one.
She wanted a companion. Not a dog. Tirzah's a reader. Loves crafts. Books. Quiet time. She wanted a sweet kitten to hang out with.
When I came downstairs, I thought "God...that would be such a sweet prayer to answer. A big one...? no. An important one from your vantage point? Not even close. But...for her...a big one." Her faith will be tested in this big, wild world. There's no doubt. This...this would be so much to her. Right now.
Dean ran to the store and got a filter for the air return that helped w/ pet dander. We both knew that wouldn't cut it. This wasn't sneezing and puffy eyes. This was quite extreme asthma. One hour after treatments I could hear his wheezing across the room. :(
Well at 7 am the next morning, I ran into his room to find him still sleeping. I laid my ear by his chest to listen and there was no wheezing. Remembering the night before he had come into our room at 4am barely able to catch his breath, I went downstairs thinking he probably just had a treatment before Dean left the house.
I called Dean at 9...he said "no...I listened to him when I left and he sounded perfect!".
He has not had wheezing or a treatment since.
That is now over a week ago.
I have friends much more experienced with pet issues than I. They all agree. Asthmatic reactions to cats...don't go away. Especially extreme ones. The pediatrician had told me "please prepare your children...for rehoming your kittens". We did decide to rehome Azlan's. And we did that quickly. I apologize...publicly...for my lack of faith in doing so. I thought "if he can't play with him, sleep with him etc...he paid for him...then we mind as well move on". And we did. Azlan was fully on board with the decision.
But Tirzah...? Tirzah had that heartfelt...sweet prayer from a breaking 12 year old heart...answered.
And she will tell you with a sparkle in her eye.