2 years later.
I’m so thankful for this journey. I have learned so much about so many medical issues. I have learned so much faith. HARD faith – but when is faith not hard? I have gained so much empathy for so many families, many I’ve met only BECAUSE of this journey.
I have so much gratitude for my heavenly Father, who has graciously given me glimpses of what it means when He says that He works all things together for good for those who love Him. I have seen it. And I have so much praise!
I am thankful that, in all our medical journey, we have had every single doctor, every nurse, every facility show us the utmost kindness and respect.
I am thankful for the closure and acceptance that we experienced once we had a diagnosis. God does not always choose to provide an explanation, He doesn’t have to. In our case, He did, and we are thankful.
I am thankful that at the end of our appointments and hospital stays, we’ve been able to take our boy back home.
I am thankful for the heart-wrenching, tear-making outpouring of love and support that we’ve had during our tougher times.
I am thankful for the opportunities to tell others about 22q.
I am thankful for the opportunities to tell others about God’s ever present role in our journey.
I’m thankful that I’m a better therapist because of this.
I am thankful for my strong husband, our supportive family and church family, and all the people who have come to our aid in so many ways–dinners, gas money, room and board, hugs, shoulders to cry on. I’m humbled. I’ve learned a new level of grace and faith in Christ.
And prayers. Thank you, all for your prayers.
Thank you, Father.
“Because you are at my right hand, I shall not be shaken.
You have shown me the path of life. In Your presence is joy and at Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”
from Psalm 16