Relentless

When Silas was in the ICU, I felt something so foreign to me. All-consuming sadness. My heart was breaking. It was relentless. I remember feeling that I couldn’t stand to be sad for 1 second longer. But there was no way out. There was no end in sight.

People did all the things. They did what they knew to do. They did what they could do. They did what they would have wanted done if they were in my shoes.

And I am so thankful. I felt all that love. I felt the genuineness behind it.

People also said all the things. They shared their personal experiences. They offered encouragement. They shared scripture. And that is the only thing that provided any real comfort. Because only God knew. Only he knew what would happen. Only he knew our pain. Only He loved Silas as much as as we did. Well, more to be exact.

On Sunday, our pastor reached out and asked us to pray for a little girl named Lucy Morgan. She was a friend of a friend’s daughter. A fairly loose connection. But our pastor was burdened for her. And he knew we would be too.

He was right.

Lucy was in a freak accident while her family was on vacation in Maine. She sustained a traumatic brain injury. There was a helicopter and ICU and a brain drain. All very familiar to our family.

We have prayed and we have prayed. I woke up in the night praying for this sweet little girl. For her mom and dad and siblings.

Lucy went home to be with Jesus this morning. I am so very happy for her. I am devastated for her family and friends. And there are many.

Please pray for the Morgan family. Her dad has shared quite a bit on his blog. But most importantly, he shared gospel truth.

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