Today I just wanted to share some short video clips of my youngest son, Erik. 17 years ago, while he was fighting for his life in the PICU (pediatric intensive care unit) doctors told us that he would likely not survive and I’m so very glad I wasn’t convinced by their prognosis. I leaned on my faith in God and stood on my beliefs that my son shall not die, but live! He is my heart, he makes me smile everyday, and he has taught me so much about life, just by observing his character and how he treats others with kindness.
Here is a clip of him while playing basketball with his skills team at Regionals for special Olympics basketball, making his first basket! His reaction is priceless. Volume up.
This was another memorable moment from earlier this school year at his high school homecoming. He is a senior this year. The student body nominated him and his classmate as “Lord and Lady of the day” for Homecoming Royalty. Again his reaction was so appropriate as he does his celebration dance. Be sure to turn up your volume.
I seldom wonder, what if I had allowed all those physicians and specialists, test results to convince me to pull the plug on my child, or persuade me from my faith?
I have been blessed to experience of God’s mercy. I look back over my life and I can truly see how God’s love has always been there. Erik might have challenges while compared to others, but to us and for himself, he doesn’t see himself the ways that others may view him. He is just Erik! He Will shake your hand, dap you up, hug you or ask how your day is? He is my living miracle. I would NOT change anything about his journey. Because had it not been for the great suffering and tribulation, we wouldn’t have been able to witness God’s glory.
And this is just one of many, many testimonials and experiences that helps me remain in Christ. I have truly learned what it is to be patient in tribulation, remain steadfast and immovable, pray without ceasing, standing on God’s word when my back was against the wall with nothing but death and darkness around me. So when others ask why do I believe in a God that I cannot see? It’s because faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. I might not be able to see my Savior but I know he’s there because of the evidence. God made me strong when I was weak. When everyone else walked away and left me, God never left or forsaken me. And as some would say, “Can’t nobody do me like Jesus!”
Blessings to everyone.