On Monday, Charlie was sent from our pediatrician to the ER and after almost all day in a busy ER, admitted for severe dehydration. Seemed like an unusually extreme April fools day joke.
Sweet boy got worse throughout the day and had a traumatic night. He was agitated, exhausted and scared. He didn’t seem to even recognize me or be comforted by me. I’ve never experienced anything quite like it. In the dark room, desperate to comfort someone who didn’t understand or know how to receive it, I just prayed.
Though the night was still so long and hard, without much relief, the refrain kept going through my mind, ‘Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus. Just to take Him at His word. Just to rest upon His promise. Just to know thus sayeth the Lord.
My prayer became: oh for grace to trust Him more.
Isn’t that what we all need? I know I do. In the mundane, everyday moments. In the hospital with an unexpected sick child, dealing with the expected health issues and delays of kids. Facing financial setback and burden. Bearing the weight of adoption needs. Wrestling with my own battles and sin in my heart. I need more trust in Jesus and it’s only God’s grace that will grant it.
Turns out dehydration is no joke. It’s been a whirlwind few days, but we’re back home. He’s still struggling to bounce back in some ways but he’s starting to make improvements and his little body is definitely recovering.