It’s here again.

The anniversary of the day my world turned upside down.
The birthday of our firstborn.
The day my heart swelled with a fierce, intense, permanent love.
The day my heart broke.
The day the doctor said, “There’s something wrong with your baby.”

That day is here again.

The anniversary of the decision my husband and I made 34 years ago. Would we cling to God when our newborn was life-flighted 750 miles away for surgery? Would we reach out to Him in our sorrow and pain? Or would we let go? By the grace of God, we chose to hang on. By the grace of God, our son lived. He still lives.

For that I am truly grateful.

God has taught me so much about clinging Him in the 34 years since the day our beautiful baby was born. Above all, He’s shown me this.

We face this choice as parents every single day of our children’s lives.

When we learn the surgery didn’t fix everything and more surgery is needed. When we ride in the ambulance beside our children and wonder if we’ll get there in time. When we watch the gurney holding our children disappear down a long hallway.

Will we cling to God?

When our children don’t progress as they should. When diagnosis follows diagnosis. When the treatments don’t work. When our children cry out in pain. When they stop eating.

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