"He's got the whole world in His hands.."

Well we are back. I have something funny to tell you all. While we were gone my mom told me that they took the kids to their church. They go to a Catholic church and they happened to sit up front this past Sunday. Well while they were in church this is the conversation:
Joshua- "Nonna, Nonna, why is that man stuck up there?"
Mom- "What?"
"Why is that man stuck up there on that wall?"
"That's Jesus and He is watching over you." says Nonna laughing.
"No He's not His eyes are closed." Joshua says matter of factly.
"He is praying." Nonna replies laughing.
"Why does he have His feet funny?" Joshua ask
"Because He has nails in His feet." says Nonna
"Yeah that's so He won't get down." says Joshua
By this time it's time for communion and it's dead silent. If you have ever been to a Catholic church you know that they ring bells during the communion prayer. Well they ring the bells and Joshua hops off the pew and yells "That's it. It's time to go!" Nonna said everyone was laughing.

Ok now on to the other story. The surgery went well and grammy is back home. But while we were in the waiting room there was this one little girl and she struck me as brave because she couldn't have been more than six. She was in her PJ's and I knew the surgery she was there for was her own. Now some adults have fears of surgery and have no problems voicing their own insecurities and here was this little girl sitting there waiting for surgery in purple PJ's and french braid pig tails. She humored and inspired me all at the same time because as her mother was trying to hold her in her lap and the girl would have no part of it. Nope she was going to sit on her own seat thank you very much and be just fine doing it. She sat there patiently until her name was called. When it was, she jumped up and made her own way leading her parents into the prep room for her own operation. As if she was saying "This way folks. I will be just fine." It tickled me because her grandmother couldn't go in with the little girl and I could tell that the grandmother was breaking up with emotion about it. As the door shut the little girl ran back out into the waiting room not out of her fear but to calm her grandmother's fear with a blown kiss and a hand wave. Then she flashed a smile and told the nurse holding the door she was ready. It tickled me so because here were these adults some scared to death and here was this little one showing them how it was done. I silently prayed for her father along with my prayer for Grammy because I could tell he was struggling. About maybe an hour after the tiny hand wave the waiting room was paged and her father was called to the phone. When he hung up he seemed to exhaled for the very first time the whole day. And then something happened, a smiled creeped on his face as I asked him how she was and he gave me a thumbs up sign. I told him I was glad, he laughed and said "Me too." and he sat back in the chair and breathed out for the second time. The mother and I talked for a moment and I could tell who was more worried in this family, it was the parents. They had a strong little one on their hands. As we waited and waited for Grammy the day went on and little by little people were coming out of surgery and everyone began to breathe again. I began to think about what was happening in that room while the back ground noise of the news was playing. Bad news here and bad news there was being played on t.v., but there in that waiting room I was reminded of a song we all used to sing "He's got the whole world in His hands. He's got the whole wide world in His in hands. He's got you and me sister in His hands. He's got the whole world in His hands..." The Lord always has us in His hands no matter how scary it might look. Who knows He might even send a little girl in purple pj's and french braid pigtails to tell us we are going to be ok with a toss of a kiss.