Instead of answering prayers for healing, God sent peace, and I didn’t want any part of it. Peace felt like a consolation prize. I wanted my baby whole and healthy, and I believed peace meant that God wasn’t going to heal my son. Paralysis seemed too hard, and even with God holding me close to Him, I didn’t see how life could be good again.
A Fresh Hope for the School Year
As a believer, I know that the future isn’t set by what the prognosis or diagnosis says; it isn’t hopeless based on the past. No matter how many times letter recognition or counting have remained elusive skills for my son, I can enter a new year with a fresh hope. I open my eyes fully to see God’s glory and the ever-present potential for miracles.