At our church we have seen a hard series of health crises over the last year. Particularly in our babies. If you follow me on social media, you may have heard that my grandson was born last summer with a heart defect. It wasn't known until he was three weeks old and my daughter and the rest of the family begin to see concerning signs. He was taken to the doctor who sent him to the pediatric cardiologist. We were told his heart was functioning at 25% and basically, he would fall asleep and never wake up very soon. At one month old, he had open heart surgery. It was a long, hard road.
The other stories are not mine to share, but are just as difficult and just as life threatening. It's been a hard year. A year of broken hearts. A year with buckets of tears shed. A year that has had our church and countless others on our knees in fervent prayer.
Recently my husband was crying out to God asking why our babies were facing these difficult situations. They are so little, our precious babies. He clearly heard God tell him, "Because when things happen to adults, you explain it away as coincidence or a doctor's intervention. You don't pray for yourselves. You don't ask others for prayer. You don't give praise. You don't see the miracles. But when things happen to your children, you pray, you ask others to pray, you give praise, you see the miracles." Wow.
Now, lest you think I am saying that God is causing our little ones to have health issues, I am not. God doesn't cause these things, but He will allow them for His glory and purpose.
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