Last night was over if the most terrifying nights of my life. My family is sitting around recovering from being sick when my wife calls my name as she rushes towards my daughter who was lying on the couch... Having a seizure.
My daughter is almost two. Her little body shaking violently, eyes rolled back in her head. Lips turned blue. Unresponsive and then... She stops breathing.
My wife is screaming and calling it to Jesus as I dial 911. I look calm on the outside, but my heart has gone leaden as I try to describe what I am seeing to the person on the phone, tears clawing at my eyes, emotions threatening to overwhelm me. My 4yr old son is crying, my wife is praying and I asking God to save her. I've lost one child, I could not lose another. I lay her down at my Father's feet, entrusting the prescious gift He gave to us back to Him who is in control of all things.
So many fears lurking beneath the façade of strength I have to put on. But in the quiet moments I take to let loose the emotions I find a sense of peace and calm that come from a power far greater than I.
Friends, family, and whole communities cover together in prayer for us and I am filled with gratitude.
We have answers and solutions now. Daughter is recovering.
It's hard not to relive those moments when the world stops and the fear of loss is so great. But I just keep reminding myself of whom I serve and how no matter what had happened He was always in control.
Always.