He is Just as Healthy as -- well --a Boy...

Yesterday, I took our son to Scottish Rite for his second follow up for some problems he had been having. After his first trip I could sense he was a bit nervous. I have to admit I was too.

The night before he and I had prayed that everything would be just fine and at the end we prayed for peace. After our prayers, we discussed peace, what it looked like, how it felt, what it meant. So I think my son was trying really hard to have that "peace." Bless his heart.

Well on our way to the hospital, I have to give the glory to God (as always) because here is a picture of the sky which opened up a whole conversation for us.

When we see this anytime, we always say Jesus is talking to us. So I asked Hogan what did he think this meant or what was Jesus saying. And this is what he said, "Jesus is with me and everything will be OK." Yes, tears slid down my cheeks. As peace transcended over me, I also saw it come over him.

The remainder of our ride was very much one of peace.

Update: His test were normal. He was released with a clean bill of health. Praise God. My son said, "it was Jesus". Yes it was.

I must say, I said many prayers that day for all the other children I ran across. And I counted my many blessings.

One more thing I wanted to share. On our way home, as my 11-year-old son shared his precious heart. We were talking about my new job with Hospice and he finally said, "Oh I get it, you are going to be God's Assistant". Well, yes that just about sums it up, doesn't it.


And do you think that maybe, just maybe God used a seemingly bad situation and turned it into something good, something precious that taught not only a little boy but also his momma something?!?! Faith... Peace.. .Trust... Surrender.

This is what Jesus meant in that childlike faith.

Blessings my lovely friends... Love to you all.