I don't know if this date will ever lose the significance it has in my heart. It is a day I still remember vividly...actually with a bizarre level of detail. It was the day I saw my child dying. It was a day I saw the faces of my other children in more pain than I could imagine as fear of losing some one so dear to them hit them truly for the first time It was also the day my baby boy and I started our journey into this thing called Epilepsy and seizures and crazy diets and refusing toxic treatments. It was a day that planted a fear so deeply inside me that I knew only God understood. I didn't know that my youngest son and I would, more or less, walk this journey alone but we haven't done so bad.
8 years ago, everything was unknown...would he be alive the next day or the next? Would he be permanently changed? How could I help? There were no answers.
But, 8 years later, most of it spent as a single parent...I have gotten to witness first hand, and continue to see, the amazing young man he is becoming. Just a few weeks ago I got to watch as he signed his commitment to his first choice college - after also being accepted into his #2 and #3 choices! Honestly, 8 years ago I didn't know if that would ever happen. He has worked hard and I am proud of him for not letting anything hold him back.
I know many of you have prayed over this young man and thank you is not near enough.
I know God heard our cries.
I know God heard our cries.
Thank you, God, for this child.
Blessed,