From grief to joy in a matter of minutes. Today my wife and I experienced the intense joy of having a death sentence lifted from our son. Our weeping had a different cause today. I called the specialist’s office to see if we were supposed to continue with his medication, and the nurse told me that the doctor left a note saying: there is no evidence of biliary atresia. I have not wept so intensely in my life, save for the weeping over the grief of my son. This truly is a death sentence lifted.
My faith in the Lord has not wavered in the least during this time. I had already given my son to the Lord, knowing the character of Him who has called me. I had accepted that my son may die; I had accepted that my son may suffer; but I was content in knowing that whatever happened, the Lord is in control. The suffering is real, but so is the rest in Him.
Now we wait to find out what is afflicting our child; at this point anything seems like a walk in the park! We prayed intensely, along with many others (many who may be reading this now), that he would not have biliary atresia. The Lord has granted that prayer, and we are forever, humbly grateful. I knew that the Lord is kind. Now whenever I look at my son I have tangible evidence of His kindness.