Sometimes, we ask for a miracle and God says no.
Maybe I’m being impatient. I probably am. My son is hurting. I just want it all behind us, and yet… here we are. Still.
Simon is still couch bound. His body is waging war against an unseen enemy. Now that the hives and swelling have passed, though, we’ve met a new, even less welcome friend. Serum Sickness. Google it and you’ll find that it’s “usually mild.” But of course, “usually” doesn’t mean “always.” And naturally, Simon has astounded even the professionals with the veracity of his symptoms. All that can really stop it, we’re told, is time.
But Mommas don’t control time. Daddies don’t control time. Doctors don’t control time.
God controls time. And right now, it is His will that this time, these moments, be marked by waiting.
And so we wait. We count down the hours until his joints hurt so badly we have to distract him with an iPad game to get him through to his next dose of ibuprofen. We wait to carry him, rigid and afraid of the pain, to the bathroom so he can pee. We wait until the clock runs out on this reaction and our sweet little boy has his life back.
All we can do is wait. And so… we wait. Which means that if you need us for the foreseeable future, we’ll be here. Still.