He was only four-years-old. Already a veteran of numerous tests and procedures, the doctor finally had to recommend sinus surgery. We drove over two hours to the university hospital. The waiting room was full of patients waiting for their own surgeries. We joined them and sat down on the ragged, stained, institutional upholstered chairs. My stomach tight with fear, I stared at the grey, sterile, hospital walls. The sound of doctors and nurses speaking in medical jargon became like white noise to my ears.
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Love your reminder here that my weakness just paves a way for His strength. There’s nothing that brings that truth home quite like entrusting our kids into His hands and knowing there’s nothing we can do to alter the outcome. Thanks for the wise words!
Hi Christina - I love that verse! And it is so true that He is our ever present help in trouble. Your story reminded me of when I was in the same seat waiting for surgery for my daughter. We have to let go and let God and that is scary too. Great post. God bless
Tracy