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Way of the Cross....

This kid in school was absent, so after I reached home from work I rang up his mom to find out what happened. He did not sleep whole night because of a very congested chest, it was difficult for him to breathe. This is very common for that kid, and for many other down's syndrome children... they have perpetual colds. After speaking a few minutes, I told the mom that since its a Friday I have to go to church now for the way of the cross. She said oh yeah... it's Friday. Then she said somethin that put everythin else out of my mind. She said, "Here it happens every day at home... the way of the cross. "

This is true, when her son was born, they weren't sure if he was going to survive... his immune system was very weak, used to fall sick often, catch infections so easily. From the moment he was born, he became her life.... took over her life. She lives for him now and its not an easy job. She has to keep rushing back and forth between hospitals and spending so much on him just to keep him alive.

A mother's pain and suffering knowing her son cannot care for himself, will not be able to fend for himself..... wondering who will take care of him after her time......

HE knows, HE sees........ HE's everything. HE will be there..........
(I wanted to tell her that, but didn't know how to.......)

Comments

Ryan W.F. said…
Amen! Blessed are those who have not seen and yet believed!
Zak said…
inspiration
really touching...
And, I should say that it's all faith that sustains his mom..God takes care of His every creation.. Now, I am reminded of
Jeremiah 29:11 "My plan for your future has always been filled with hope."
That Squirrel said…
That was a very deep statement from his mom. Being committed to something big often means to carry a cross.
Zak said…
who is HE btw
Anton Jelestine said…
Actually who s this kid????

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