It was August 6th of 2000 when late that evening, unable to sleep, I found myself kneeling before the chair in my bedroom crying out to the Lord. “God, please protect and heal my husband.” My heart constricted as I thought of our four children...
I still struggle trying to describe what happened when they laid my first born in my arms. I looked up at my husband, and said, “I don’t know what we are going to do, but I can’t leave this baby.”
I had lunch with some young moms not long ago and enjoyed watching how they interacted with their children. But one mother stood out from the rest. She couldn’t enjoy her meal because her child demanded all of her attention.