A Divine Trust In God
My 7-year-old needed extensive dental work done. When we met with the anesthesiologist, she bluntly went over possible side effects in front of my son. Including the risk of death. Ahh! I hoped that my little boy- who already was SO nervous- hadn’t heard her. However, after she left, my son looked at me & my husband, fear in his eyes. “What did she say? A risk of… what?” He’d heard it. How could I repeat it? Yeah son, your parents whom you love & trust the MOST are turning you over to these strangers to do something to you that might cause you to die?! THANKS a LOT, lady. We hugged him. Calmed him. Told him this was going to help him. For the greater good! And that sweet boy looked at us bravely with complete trust. Trust that we knew what was best. Trust that this was what he needed to do. Trust that it would be ok. He knew we loved him. And that was enough. It brought me to tears. Don’t worry- he came out unscathed 😅 I don’t pretend to have an understanding of the churc...