I wrote this piece nine years ago for another Christian column I was writing for at the time. Generally I don’t use older content, but I think this is the perfect introduction to our unplanned journey down a road full of potholes and scenic trails. I hope you enjoy this and come back for more encouragement and inspiration!
Being a Christian mom is not as easy as some people think. Parenting in itself is one of the most difficult, yet, rewarding jobs ever. Add into the equation a special needs child and there become days when you wonder what you did to deserve this! Don’t get me wrong: I would not trade this life God has given me for anything because I know this is a journey to make me into the mother and person HE wants me to be!
I started out on this journey of motherhood almost thirty- one years ago. Nineteen years ago we added our fourth and final child to our family. Who could ask for more than the four beautiful, happy, healthy children and a wonderful supportive husband I had been blessed with. I was content with my weekly church visits and dutiful prayers I sent up. I even taught the occasional Sunday school and did the Children’s Clubs at church. Life was good. Or so I thought.
Eleven years ago, that seemingly perfect world was shattered when my baby, then a vibrant eight- year- old little boy, became sick with a stomach virus. Within seven hours he was pronounced dead in the trauma room at the Children’s Hospital. But God wasn’t through and his heart started beating again on it’s own! Praise God, our little boy was still holding on! However, he was left with severe brain damage and we were told that he would forever be in a vegetative state. Let me tell you, sisters, all things are possible with God! The doctors pronounced our son dead; God said it wasn’t time. The doctors said he would never open his eyes or make a sound; God said his story will change lives. The doctors said to pull the plug and let him go; God said “Be still and know that I am God”!
Has this been an easy journey? Absolutely not! There are many days that I just don’t want to get out of bed. There are days that my faith wavers and yes, even fails me completely. God is forever having to pick me back up and restore me. I get mad and ask “Why?” Do I get an answer? Sometimes, but not always and generally not the answer I want. I just have to trust my Heavenly Father and know that He knows what He is doing, and He doesn’t need my help or input! So, here I am still living day to day, growing closer to my Lord through every triumph, failure and struggle I face. Being a mother to a child who is so fragile makes me see the world in a totally different light. I do not take the little things for granted. Our next breath is a gift from God. Praise Him for it!