Our Father's full giving has only begun

Please pray this afternoon for Caleb. His IV quit working a few hours ago, and he has been without IV fluids for several hours now and is again getting dehydrated. He has already been poked four times unsuccessfully as his veins are skinny from the dehydration. An anesthesiologist is coming in 15-30 minutes to attempt again. I would beg for your prayers, it is so difficult to watch him using his last ounces of strength as he squirms in pain during the IV starts. He immediately goes to sleep once they are done poking him, even before we've bandaged the failed site.

My dad posted this to my Facebook, and the tune is just going through my brain over and over. I can't say enough how much I value the fact that I was taught sacred music and verses set to song as a child...they are the visceral Scripture memory that strengthens and sustains me in the most stressful, exhausted and overwhelmed moments of these trials.

He giveth more grace as our burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength as our labors increase;
To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials He multiplies peace.

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.

His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.

~ He Giveth More Grace, Annie Flint, 1866-1932

This song was written by Annie Johnson Flint who has written some of the most inspiring poems dealing with faith and triumph in times of trial and suffering. She was born in Vineland, NJ and lost both parents before she was six years old. Adopted by a childless couple, she became afflicted with arthritis as a teen and soon thereafter became unable to walk. She aspired to be a composer and concert pianist but when illness deprived her of her ability to play the piano she resorted to writing poetry. Some of her poetry she set to music. Later in life, being unable to open her hands, she wrote many of her poems on the typewriter, using but her knuckles. (from http://www.hymnstory.net/)