I’ve always believed that God has angels here on earth. Those that watch over us and help when we’re in need. They come in every shape, size, and every color. When other doctors had doubts, when our own family became skeptical, when we where at the end of our rope, I found myself sitting in a waiting room about to meet our angel. There will never be enough tears, enough thanks, enough words, to explain to this man what he has given me. He saved my baby. My own son almost lifeless and this man, with the help of God, gave us the miracle that is Chance.
I will be forever in his debt. When I try to thank him and show my appreciation he always says “I’m doing what I was called to do.”. He is definitely doing Gods work! I could spend everyday, for the rest of my life thanking him and God, but I will never be able to repay what they have given me. I know The Lord spared my child for a reason. Some days I think “how could I have ever made it this far?” The answer is God. He has held me when I’ve been weak, and he has forgiven me when I’ve been mad. Four years doesn’t seem like a very long time to most people but it’s a lifetime for us. Almost four years ago I should’ve lost my son. With a little faith, and a lot of persistence, the good Lord opened the door. One day might not seem like a lot, but when you’re faced with so much adversity it’s a life changing “one day”.
I almost missed out on potty training, bed time stories, and baseball in the backyard. I almost missed out on goodnight kisses, and I missed you bear hugs. Everyday for the last four years has been nothing short of a miracle. My son was the first born child, grandchild, and nephew for some. My son was the person who made our lives complete when we didn’t realize it had never been whole.
He is a walking, talking, real life miracle. I know when the time comes he will be completely healed. He will have an amazing testimony and be a testament to my faith. Be grateful, be thankful, and appreciate the little things. Sometimes the “little” things are really the big things. I’m asking that if you’ve read this you say a prayer for him once more. After being called to meet with his doctor, we received some not so exciting news yesterday. The tests will require being put to sleep again. For those still counting, this will be his 13th time put under, his 12th surgery and one more time I beg for an answer.
The will of God will never take you where the grace of God won’t protect you. I’m thanking each of you in advance. Every prayer counts, and each mean so much. From the very bottom of my heart, thank you.