Sometimes life seems like all it does it throw storms at you. The waves are higher than your head and you are overwhelmed. Christopher has been so very ill. Last night we ended up at ER with him but thankfully he was not admitted. Every moment of his last few days he has struggled with the very effort to breathe properly. Few were the moments of easy breathing. He is beginnning to rally, praise God. With all of that is the fact health care is expensive and unless you have the top insurance, it is not easy to bear. Add in normal household duties and trying to keep your well children well and feeling like they aren't neglected. Some days it all becomes too much and you wonder, can I do this? Can I make it out to the otehr side. Then you realize for some reason, you have more energy than you thought was possible. You have strength coming when there is no strength left. That is because in the midst of the storm there is someone holding my hand. My Lord goes with me and understands. Where I am weak, He is strong. He has given me a husband who doesn't mind doing all the laundry because of have gotten behind. He gives me children who are loving and kind. My Hannah helping her brother lovingly to walk after painful injections in his legs and saying "Come on Honey, I will help you" as she holds his hand and walks him to the couch or table or wherever. The baby loving on her brother, patting him and saying "bo bo" (cause she can't say brother). All these little things show me that in the midst of the storm, there is always hope. Though I have been unable to spend hardly any time with my Lord, He knows I have not forgotten Him. He knows my heart, He sees my pain, and He loves me. I also find out as I am coming out of the other side of this storm, I am stronger than I was a week ago. Something in my very soul has changed. In the battle, once again (for we have fought this battle many times) for my son's very life, I find that surrender is the key. My son was so ill yesterday that I was afraid he would stop breathing. As we rushed him to the hospital we called on friends and churches to pray. Christopher was almost unresponsive to us, and fighting for every breath. God moved on the scene. By the time we got to ER he was a bit better and was not in acute distress. His oxygen level was lower than they would have liked but not low enough for him to be admitted. Now, medical doctors only go by what they see at the moment they examine the child. Most do not believe in miracles. When you tell them how sick your child was moments before they look at you like you are nuts. But I KNOW how sick my son was. I don't know if any of you know what I mean when I say, "I felt my son's essence slipping away". Everything that makes him who he is, was fading. The sparkle in his eyes was gone. His love to talk and communicate was gone. Everything in him was simply working to breathe. As my son faded before my eyes, I prayed. God once again, spared my son. In the midst of the storm, Jesus came in and He said "Peace Be Still". My heart was calmer than I ever thought possible and my son began to improve because people prayed. Prayer works! Plain and simple, Prayer works. In the midst of the storm, there is one action to take PRAYER! My son is a walking, talking, breathing miracle and I praise God for him. My girls are miracles too because in the midst of the storm they were little angels and their loving kind natures came shining through. In the midst of the storm, HE is ALWAYS there. Sometimes He calms the storm and sometimes He just gives you the strength to weather it. To God be the Glory, Honor an Praise for He alone is the Master of illness, fear and chaos. Because when He speaks, things happen. When He touches lives are changed. I know the ONE who has all the answers when there are no answers to have. God is still in the miracle working business people! MIRACLES DO happen!
