Today I went to Children’s hospital in St. Louis. I visited with a young man from our congregation who is very sick. I stood by his bed listening to him voice some of his fears. Tears came easily for him as he expressed the thought that he might not ever get any better. I thanked him for sharing with me and had prayer. On my way to the parking lot I rode the elevator with parents whose child was very ill and they were in tears. Walking across the parking lot I thanked God for my two healthy sons and their families. God has been good to me in so many ways. Yet, I feel ashamed that it took a trip to Children’s hospital to get me to see some obvious blessings that I just live with and don’t thank God enough for giving them to me. Today I praise God for being able to walk, talk, and just breathe.
March 12th, 2008 at 7:38 pm Yes, we must always count our blessings. One of my blessings is that our granddaughter, Kayla, was in Children’s Hospital, very sick, just like the children you mentioned. At age six she was diagnosed with leukemia. She was in and out of the hospital for two and a half years with complications. After many set-backs, the last one she had was PCP pneumonia, which is usually fatal. She was on life support in the ICU for days, and then she got better! Today she is a happy, healthy, normal little girl, who will be 13 in August. A great hospital, and the best treatments and LOTS OF PRAYER, and a miracle happened. We can never think that there is no hope. God really does work miracles.