all too familiar. . .
a mommy, a daddy, 4 brothers
the smallest of whom is dancing with death. . .
There is a woman I do not know.
Her name is Sara.
Sara has a son.
His name is Bronson.
Baby Bronson is a little over a year old.
Saturday morning,
he was found unconscious in the bathtub.
(Sara if you ever see this,
you should know how it pained me to type those words,
I wish to Heaven they weren't true. . . )
He is now being treated in the same PICU
I just walked away from with empty arms.
My ENTIRE heart and soul is being lifted up in
prayer for this beautiful woman I have never met.
I pray with
all the sincerity of my soul,
that when she walks away from
those long, lonely hallways,
she does so with
arms and heart filled to the brim
with every joy her faithful heart desires.
I know the fear,
I know the uncertainty,
the pain,
the sorrow,
the terror. . .
The hope.
oh. . . how familiar I became with the hope.
. . .the confident expectation that things would
be right in the end.
and for me they are.
I received my miracle. . . the way it was meant to be.
But, I am praying with ALL MY SOUL that her miracle takes a
different form.
Please join me in prayer for Sara.
Please join me in prayer for Baby Bronson.
for daddy Matt and big brothers Trev, Kade and Dayne.
for all the beautiful angels on both sides of the veil
who are attending to little Bronson's recovery.
God IS a God of miracles.
I
KNOW this to be true.
as I know that the sun rises from the East,
and that the sky is blue.
I KNOW this to be true.
And sweet beautiful Sara,
I am praying for one for you.
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PLEASE stop by
Sara's blogand leave a comment letting her know you are
praying for her son.
She needs to know that her army is here,
lifting her up in prayer to a God who we knows hears us every time.
. . . Heaven knows sweet Gavin gave us all a lot of practice.