Read: Joshua 10:14 & Psalm 55:17
On an August morning in 2003, my healthy 2-year-old went to daycare. By early evening, I was standing in front of a hospital bed watching him have a seizure, wondering if he was going to live and praying the only thing I could, “God please, God please, God please.” The next day brought more seizures, fear, confusion and more calling out to God. We spent the next week in a hospital room, hoping to find out the cause of the drastic change.
The doctors ran tests and observed continually, and I spent each moment by his side. One night I noticed twitches and involuntary muscle movements developing in his body. On the edge of the unknown, hoping we weren’t about to plummet to a place we didn’t want to be, I had a meltdown. My husband told me what I needed to hear; whatever came, we had to face it. Although we had dedicated our son to God as a baby, my true moment of dedication was in the hospital that night. I told God what He already knew, “God, he’s yours. Take care of him.” I knew that whatever happened, God was with me and in control. Within an hour, all the twitches and movements were gone.
God spoke peace to me in what seemed an impossible situation. I prayed for my son’s healing. Many did. He never had another seizure and two and a half years later was taken off of all medication.
“Evening, morning, and noon I cry out in distress, and he hears my voice.” (Psalm 55:17) The Bible says Joshua cried out to God and the sun stood still while he and his armies defeated their enemies. What seemed impossible, God did when a man cried out to him. Through the pain, let’s cry out to Him and watch the sun stand still.
