As my brother drove me to the hospital to see Christian tonight I had so many thoughts going through my head. His mom had called my dad in hysterics. I had no idea what to expect. He got back from a week long trip to the Dominican Republic on Sunday. I could only imagine the number of things that he could have picked up while there.
Like so many other times before, I was faced with the question of if I was going to trust in the Lord. This afternoon, there was no question about it. I have been through enough with my God that I know he can get me through anything. This is MY God we are talking about. You know, the one who has saved me, changed me. The One who I have watched heal. The One who I have seen give and take away. I serve a mighty God.
"I trust you Jesus. I trust you with everything."
I really, truly meant it this time. With everything in me I knew that I trusted him.
I trust Christian to him. Every relationship to him. Every season to him.
I walked into his room just in time to see him wheeled in from getting some x-rays. They tested that kid in every way imaginable, pumped 3 bags of liquid into him and we waited to hear what the news was. I was reminded of what a hunk I am marrying tonight. After entering the ER with his mom, Christian passed out and stopped breathing. It took about 5 people to get him off the ground! The verdict was a bad virus and serious dehydration. I got to watch him walk out of there on his own a few hours later and I got to ride home with him. He is doing alright.God is good. I trust my father in heaven.