The phone rings. Again. It’s the doctor, the really kind doctor. The one who calls you instead of assigning the task to his nurse.
He wants to increase the medications. Again.
I ponder how much longer it will take to reach the maximum dose.
Because I know the medication isn’t enough.
I know that modern medicine has failed my son. I know our only hope lies in a specialized facility.
Because I know…
I am sad. I am tearful. I feel lost. I feel powerless.
Powerless. Such a small word for such a large feeling.
This is the part where I choose to believe in a higher power. Not because I’m certain God exists or that He will intervene. I choose to believe because its my only option. Some people say God is a crutch for the weak.
I’m here to say – I am weak.
I need there to be a God. I need that God to be loving. I need to believe that…
Just so I can go on.
P. S. “The Lord is good to those who wait on Him. It is good to wait for the salvation of the Lord.” Lamentations 3:25-26