"Do not be afraid, only believe."
Right before Thanksgiving, Carson had one of his "breathing spells." It was awful. Each breath he took was a task; he struggled with each gasp for air. I was hurting so badly for him. Breathing treatments weren't helping so I wrapped him in a blanket, took him outside, and sat under the carport with him in the night air while it rained, hoping the moisture and coolness of the air would open his airways.
There I was, his mom, unable to physcially do anything else.
As I sat there with him, I cried out to God to help my precious son. I was scared. I was desperate.
A couple of years ago, our preacher did a wonderful sermon on carrying the burdens of others. It was quite moving. During the invitation, one of our church members came to the alter to pray. She carried with her a burden no one should have. Her precious grandson was battling cancer (he has been most of his life). It was a blessing for me to kneel beside her as she prayed, crying out to our Heavenly Father, desperate for the healing of her Rylie.
Today's scripture is quite moving. As mothers, we would do anything for our children. I'm sure people like MckMama, Kelly, and Angie can relate to this story so much. They all share beautiful stories of desperation for the healing of their children.
It is quite humbling to