Handiwork

It’s been 2 years. 731 days. And I’m still processing. We all are. 

Silas is alive that’s for sure. In fact, he is thriving. His relationships are deep. With the Lord, with his family, with his friends. He just finished his sophomore year of high school. He has his drivers license and a car. He loves the freedom that comes with that and so do I! The other day he said, “Mom, I need some index cards for school.” I was like, “Fabulous. Go get you some.” He works at Chick Fil A. He is memorizing the book of Titus. He loves, I mean loves, to play games. Any game. His current favorite is “Five Crowns.” He also plays a lot of basketball and pickleball. Oh! And the piano! 

We are so incredibly thankful for his life. And that he is Silas. Our amazing doctors warned us that he would likely be a very different boy if he did survive. Well, God simply had something else in mind. He is truly a living testimony of just what God can do. No matter how hopeless the circumstances. 

Every single day I am so thankful to see our sweet Silas. When he comes out of his room in the morning, often having grown overnight, I am just so happy to see him. And he feels it too. We are just so thankful. He always gives me the sweetest hug as he towers over me. He is an absolute delight. And so hysterical. We are all so thrilled that didn’t change. 

Our family is whole. And that, my friends, is a work of the Lord.