Tomorrow.

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He's lying beside me.
He didn't want to sleep on his own tonight, because he's nervous.
He doesn't understand everything, but he understands enough.

He's clutching a teddy to his chest with a scar that resembles the one tomorrow will give him.
Something to remember it by, for the rest of his life.

He's four, but he's so small.
And I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad.
And I wonder if tomorrow will help him to grow.

He seems alone, if you read his paperwork.
Abandoned.
But he's not.
The child is adored, by everyone who meets him.
He isn't going into this surgery as an orphan, far from it.
His paper says something different than the cries of our hearts.
As he enters that operating theatre, he takes pieces of our hearts with him.
He holds pieces of our hearts, as the doctors work to put his back together.

Tomorrow, C. will get open heart surgery at 8am Bolivian time. If you're in the UK that's 1pm. If you're anywhere else consult Google. As his surgery journey begins, please join us in praying. It will take around four hours, at which point he'll be in ICU. The visiting hours are stricter there, so he'll spend a lot more time alone. Pray for him. Pray for the doctors, nurses, anesthetists, his tias, the other kids. Please just pray, if you don't know how or what, the Holy Spirit has it. Thank you!

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