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Don't Be Ridiculous

Updated: Jun 3, 2021

The Lord is my shepherd;

I have all that I need.

He lets me rest in green meadows;

he leads me beside peaceful streams.

He renews my strength.

He guides me along right paths,

bringing honor to his name.

Even when I walk

through the darkest valley,

I will not be afraid,

for you are close beside me.

Your rod and your staff

protect and comfort me.

You prepare a feast for me

in the presence of my enemies.

You honor me by anointing my head with oil.

My cup overflows with blessings.

Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me

all the days of my life,

and I will live in the house of the Lord

forever.

Psalm 23

The language of verse four echoed through my head as I walked through the corridors of University of Arkansas Medical Sciences hospital in Little Rock. Just hours ago our triplet boys had been born, 10 weeks early and looking at an extended stay in the NiCU. The day started like about every other Friday in the fall. High school football was winding down and it was playoff time. I remember standing in the locker room at Lonoke High School, talking with our football coach discussing whether or not I was going to ride on the team bus or not. I had reservations because Lauren was in the “window” so to speak. I called Lauren and asked what she thought, to which she replied, “everything is all right” she actually encouraged me to get on the bus and go to the game which happened to be three hours away, and my only ride home would’ve been the team bus. Which wasn’t about to make an exception for me in the event of the boys making an early arrival!

I decided that there was no way that I could manage it. I couldn’t imagine standing on the sidelines of some random high school football field while my three boys and wife each literally fought for their lives. So I passed on the trip, which I sincerely hated to do. I picked Brooklyn up from her babysitter and took her home, put her down for a nap then tried to relax. That's when it happened. That’s when Lauren called with an unmistakable fear in her voice to tell me that the doctors had discovered that one of our boys, Owen was in distress, and they needed to preform an emerge