A boy we love is laying still on the hospital bed, attached to tubes and machines whirring steady. I am holding his hand.
And I watch the mama — my sister — rub his head over and over and over. She has a steady rhythm of her own, and it sounds like love. He’s 17, but this is her baby, and her only one, and she can’t imagine the world without him.
This is our vigil, here in this shadow, under a cloud in a valley. Our family is gathered in a waiting room, in prayer and in pain — but also in thanksgiving for the way that God is working moment-by-moment miracles.
We enter his ICU room — two by two — but really by three, because God goes with us. He holds all things together, and we’re asking Him to put broken pieces together.
A hundred miles away, another sister is with another son in another hospital. And my heart is breaking, wanting to be in two places at once, yet thankful knowing that God can be everywhere — all at once. And for that, we give thanks.
Two of my nephews and three other teenagers were involved in a serious car accident Sunday afternoon. One teenage girl has died, and all the others, including my two nephews, have suffered multiple injuries. I am back home today, trying to hold a few things together here, and giving my girls extra hugs and I-love-yous, and keeping the Bible open on the kitchen table. The Word heals.
Yes, this is a storm. And no, we do not understand. But even so, we will say: We believe. We trust You, Father.
Will you take that moment to pray for our families, and our dear nephews, and for all the families affected by this accident?
“He is before all things,
and in him all things hold together.”
— Colossians 1:17
Clinging to His promises and leaning hard into Jesus,