(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 »
Let’s imagine you’re kinda crazy. You enter an airport, blindfolded, grope toward a ticket counter, and tell the cashier to give you the next flight, but ask them not to tell you where you’re going!
After all, you want to be surprised 🙂
Where you gonna end up? Jamaica? Wyoming? Delaware? France? The moon?
Aren’t you excited already? That anticipation is killing me! Read more »