How do I hold this living grief? How do I drink this boiling sea of suffering? Father, gather these shards. Redeem the years the locusts have eaten. Scoop up these bits and pieces, and hold them in Your Hands until Your grace floods every crevice...
Prayer is not a new concept for me. As a child, I remember praying nightly for my dad and younger brother who were diagnosed with a genetic disease.
Our God sees, hears, and keeps his promises. He is the great “I am”—our self-existent, unchanging, creating, and sustaining Lord. And he is gloriously good—full of mercy, grace, love, faithfulness, and forgiveness. God’s character, including these and many more attributes described in his word, offers great comfort to hurting moms. How can this be?
None of us knows the future, but those caring for children with chronic health conditions must often navigate a heavy fog covering the path in front of us. It's thick with questions, unknowns, and uncertainties.
