Occasionally I write what is known as “inspirational” pieces. I don’t do it on purpose. I want what I write to be true and edifying, but I am hard pressed to give non-fiction a “happy” ending. The best I can hope for in most cases is to present a conundrum. To ask, “How, in the light of Christ, does this situation make sense?” “What can a Christian do; how does a Christian cope?” and to prayerfully say that only God has the answers, and I am not privy to most of them. Given this disclaimer, you are warned that the following story is true.
Simply stated, our congregation is watching a young family lose their baby son to the same metabolic disease that took their only daughter a little over a year ago at the age of four. Both children were born with no apparent problems, but during the short time Danielita was on this earth, she lost the ability to hold up her head, the ability to eat solid food, her smile, her laugh, her life. Without a miracle, we will watch these young parents relive the most horrible experience I can imagine.
We prayed for Danielita for four years. We are praying for Daniel.
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I do not know Danial's current medical prognosis, but he is sitting up, holding his head up and eating. He seems happy and healthy. I am amazed and holding my breath.
ReplyDeleteWe are still praying for a miracle, but my faith is not up to the task. Daniel seems to be following the same path to heaven that his sister took four years ago.
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