(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.
September 19, 2010–A story of faith
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 »
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We should have gone to the swimming pool, where the water is clear. Instead we went to Lake Thunderbird.
That was my first mistake.
I was loading the kiddos into the truck. My wife, infant in arms, called out the door, “Don’t forget to bring life jackets.”
I looked for maybe three minutes. I was in a big hurry. I found one, but not the three I needed. It’ll be fine. The youngest, the two-year-old had a jacket. The other two had been taking swim lessons. They knew, at least, how to doggie paddle.
Second mistake. Read more »