A great piece on grief by an online friend of mine and fellow writer at www.theglorioustable.com. Can we do what God is asking us to do?
By Kelly Nickerson
My husband and I sat quietly in the corner, listening to the humming of the machines. It all seemed so surreal. How did we get here? Our son had been admitted to the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit (PICU) and was unresponsive. He was on a ventilator, and they were purposely paralyzing him while working on his tiny five-month-old body.
We weren’t supposed to talk, because he would try to fight the ventilator, and they wanted him to rest. His body was overtaken by tubes and wiring, and they weren’t giving us much hope.
My husband and I were blessed with a great support system. The Lord provided many people to help us through those tumultuous days.
At this point we couldn’t make it to church. We were living on prayers, and we wanted to be in the presence of God, as we knew he was the only one who could fix our baby boy.
One of the pastors from our church came to the hospital with a little wooden box and a rolled-up paper that looked like a scroll. The box contained communion bread and grape juice. She encouraged us to take a moment and share it.