I wheeled my eight-year-old son’s chair
out of the consultation room.
His face was so pale that his freckles
across his nose had disappeared.
We had just received potentially bad news.
I felt small in the big children’s hospital.
A line from Job ran through my mind,
“Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.”
At that moment, I knew
regardless of the test results,
God would give us whatever it took
to see us through.
We just celebrated my son’s thirtieth birthday.