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Can We Donate Her Smile Too?

Thank you for the prayers you’ve been offering for Madison, the young woman I wrote about in my previous post.

As of this writing, her condition is about the same.  I visited the hospital yesterday morning and received a grim greeting from her mother.  The prognosis was still dire, and nobody was sure if she would make it past the day.

As such, the hospital began allowing those outside of her immediate family to visit her ICU room.

This ranks as one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done.

Saying goodbye to her mother as I left that room was equally as difficult.  She and her husband were trying so hard to be strong, and she told me to, “Take care of Chicky and Guy Friend.”

Once again, she was thinking of others.

What do you say in response to that?

“I love you.  I’m praying for you.”

That’s about all you can say.

Conversations flew back and forth in the waiting room and via phone calls after I’d left to spend time with my own crew at home.

I called my friend, Barb, who is very close to Madison’s family.  She said that Madison’s mom had asked the organ donation specialist if they could donate Madison’s smile because it simply lit up a room.

Such a fitting thing to say.

Madison didn’t just smile with her lips, though.  Her entire face lit up.  Being quite the energetic child, her face could have lit up an entire city every time something struck her fancy!

Barb’s son made the comment that whoever gets Madison’s heart better have a huge chest.

True statement.

Madison is generous to a fault.

A prayer vigil was quickly organized, and all were welcome to attend.  It was held at the high school Madison attended…where her parents teach.

The gym was full…to overflowing.

What a wonderful service as we were led in prayer.  The Gospel was also presented.

There were a lot of hugs and tears as we reached out to one, drawn together by our collective love for Madison and her parents and brother.

If she could have seen it, she would have smiled…probably jumped in the middle of the floor and asked, in a loud voice, “Who started the party without me?”

Please continue to lift her family in your prayers.  They still have some hard decisions to make but are trying to let things naturally play out.

Please pray the God will give them the strength and endurance they need to get through the next several days.