Here we are again, heading out of town for an appointment at Shriners Hospital, St. Louis.
And I anticipate good news.
I spent time looking at pictures of my little baby boy- I have very few pictures of him during his darkest days. I took initial pictures of him with the first cast on, but that was on my phone… the phone that later fell in the toilet. And I didn’t have a camera other other than the one on my phone so very few exist besides pictures friends or neighbors took at the time. And those were on the computer that was stolen a year ago.
And maybe that’s just as it should be. The memories are still very real and raw.
Fast forward and we are on the road again to Shriners Hospital; but this time with a light heart and a healthy boy. We are finished with maintenance medication and have been free from drugs for 6 full months. A good report for our family and for our little baby.
And as I remember how far we’ve come, how dark the nights were, how many times I begged God to hear my cry and heal my son, I now think of those mothers who are still in that place of shadows. Of questions unanswered, living in faith, hoping and believing for the healing to come. The mothers with empty arms and empty wombs, undiagnosed issues, unfound cures. And it hurts to know that so many moms are in the dark place where I’ve stood.
Today, I pray for you.
