(This post is part 2 of my son’s battle with meningitis).

New hospital, same story.

Hour after hour, day after day, I smiled at Ethan, I tried to tickle him. I blew bubbles and played with puppets. All the while I pleaded–

“Please come back to me, buddy. Just one smile? Can you laugh?” Read more »

It has been almost five years since this happened–an event that changed my life forever. This is a story of faith, or how I learned to trust God enough to let His will be done, no matter what it meant for me.

My one-year-old looked like a corpse–his limbs as lifeless as a man on his deathbed. I paced our living room as Dr. Gilson, a chiropractor from church held the stethoscope to his chest.

This couldn’t be happening. Read more »