Yesterday my little ladies each had a blood draw to complete some medical testing protocol for the missions board. I prayed over them for a few days and we chose not to inform them of the process until utter last minute so as to alleviate as much anxiety as possible. We strategically divided our more dramatic loves and went Noah style, two by two, into the back exam room. First up was my cohort: Abi and Eden. I chose for the Shakespearen candidate to go first. 😉

When we got into the room I informed her of the test’s procedure. Her face immediately went sour but she wearily climbed onto the table. The doctor and her med assistant were FANTASTIC at explaining each part of the process in kid language and reassuring Abi along the way. A few tears were shed at the needle’s pinch but Abi easily collected herself thereafter, happily selecting an Elsa sticker and an orange Popsicle as she watched more of Disney’s Tangled. 

Next up, Eden smiled and waved until she began to be restrained. Then panic began to sink in a bit. I leaned over her and rubbed her cheek with the stick’s cry. And once the bandaid was applied that was it. All fear was gone. 

Matt took the last two victims after their vocalized Popsicle envy while Abi, Eden and I returned to our waiting room distractions. Ten minutes later Matt returned with two bounding children and a report that Hannah was nervous but leaned into Matt, flexed her self-control and never cried once. Rachael shed a few tears but moved on quickly. 

No drama. No phobias. And Abi even thanked the doctor on the way out.

That, my dear friends, was the hand of God at work.

We celebrated their bravery at Chickfila where everyone knows that dreams come true. 😉

– Thankful, grateful and beyond blessed!