I've shared my fear here on my blog, I've shared it with my friends, and I've shared with Shawn. I've done my fair share of crying and yelling at God.
I've also done my best to hide all of it from Avery. Some days I'm more successful than others.
Avery, on the other hand, has remained brave. We've talked about the seizures and he says he's not afraid. He's faced each new test with stoicism and bravery, even as they've torn my heart to pieces and I've wanted to be able to promise him this is the last one. We pray for healing, we talk of miracles, and research the brain.
A few nights ago we were praying for Avery's healing and I couldn't hold it together anymore. Avery reached up, grabbed me in a hug, and reminded me, "It's going to be okay, Mom."
Today on our way to church, I heard from the back, "Mom, when God heals me, I want to call in to Wow God Wednesday and tell people about my miracle."
Miracle. My boy has such hope. He has such faith. He believes. He knows.
This kid. I'm just undone.
Amazing 😇
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