Jordon's Fish Bone Tale

Last Saturday about 4 PM while out and about I got a phone call from Elder Jordon Hennen (for those of you who do not know, that is a big deal because when serving a mission phone calls are only allowed Mother's Day and Christmas) so of course I was ecstatic and nervous knowing it had to be very important. Earlier in the week Jordon had eaten some fish and swallowed a bone. He said the night before (Friday) it had really bothered him so he was in seeing the nurse. He could either go to the ER or wait til Monday to see a regular Doctor but before he could go he needed an Insurance card and/ or the Info. (I totally planned this, I thought If I don't send a card he will have to call home and I could talk to him. ;-) No not really, it was, "this is my first missionary syndrome and I have no clue".)

Monday came with a few e-mails discussing what was going on. He "saw" a doctor by phone. Yes you heard me, by phone. He was then referred to a Gastrointestinal Doctor (too long of a story to answer why) but had no luck at that point of the e-mail in reaching the office. So unfortunately at that point I had no more answers and no more contact with him as to WHAT was going on all week. Both Rob and I felt if something major was going to take place we would get a call from someone. THIS IS WHERE IT GETS REALLY HARD AS A MOM BEING SEPARATED FROM A CHILD AND CAN NOT DO ANYTHING BUT PRAY. That is what our whole family has done all week. I have had him on my mind many times with thoughts of worries about whether he got a hold of the doctor, how bad is it bothering him, is he sleeping at nights, does it hurt, is he worried or nervous, wish I could call the Doctors myself and insist on an x-ray NOW! The only thing I could do was pray and for that I am so grateful. Prayers are answered. This has been a testimony strengthening for me. I prayed more times then I can count and every time I did I felt comfort and peace.

Rob and I went to the Temple tonight and while I was there I did the one thing I could do for him, Pray.  When we got home there was a voice mail from the Worlds Greatest Mission Presidents wife (I am sure there are 100's of these amazing women, one in every mission), Sister Taggart. She was speaking more as mom to a mom and the sweet, peaceful feeling that I felt was such a blessing. She first told me some nice, happy things about my son and then reassured me that after a day in the hospital running tests, he was home sleeping and that her and President Taggart would be heading over to see Jordon in the morning at 9 AM their time, 7 AM our time. She told me I could call tonight and she would be happy to share more with me, after actually considering calling her I realized it would be midnight there and I did not want to wake her. I found great comfort in her message and in knowing that bright and early she will be calling me again. More details tomorrow. :-)

Prayer is real and Heavenly Father does answer them. We can find peace and comfort through prayer. Prayer is an incredible gift. I am thankful for this opportunity to feel and KNOW this is true. I am thankful that Heavenly Father and our Savior love me enough to allow me to learn and understand this. I am more thankful that when I can't do anything physical for my children, I can talk to my Heavenly Father and ask for is help, to comfort and watch out for my children whether it is a major thing or something simple. It is such a powerful and incredible thing to be able to pray and have that prayer answered.