He's in Critical Condition

Our life got a big slap in the face today when our son became critically ill out of the blue. 

We talked to him a couple of times yesterday and I thought he sounded like he had the flu. He went to get checked out. Temp 103. Flu swab negative. Chest X-ray negative. So they gave him ibuprofen and sent him home. Fever responded. 

This morning he passed out a couple of times at home so his wife took him back to the ER. 

6 hours later he had been transported via ambulance to a bigger hospital with double pneumonia, sepsis, and acute renal failure. We each said quick "good-byes" and just like that he was intubated and on a ventilator. 

The next time we were able to see him, he had a central line in his neck, an arterial line in his leg, 10 IVs running in, and the ventilator breathing for him. If that won't take your breath away (no pun intended) to see your healthy 29-year-old son like that, nothing will. 

So now what?

I just lost my mother. Am I gonna lose my son, too?

Well, I don't know. 

But I know the One who does know. 

And He loves my son a gazillion times more than I do. He died for him. 

Lord, Before his intubation, I placed Will in your hands because I trust you to hold him firmly there. If it is your will to take him home, I know that he will be so excited to see you! If it is your will to restore him back to us, I will be so excited to see those beautiful blue eyes again. But, Lord, not my will but yours be done. I trust you.