To say the least, we’ve been a bit overwhelmed with the work of the therapy, but I thought I’d share a pretty cool story with y’all…

Last night, when I was putting Sy in bed, I knelt down beside him for prayer (and some hugs/kisses). Sy’s prayers have always been tenderhearted and it’s amazing who comes up in them (a fellow firefighter to accept Jesus, those involved in accidents heard on the car radio, kids with broken bones, etc.) However, last night it hit me in the face how this boy looks outward even though his life is piled with issues that need miracles.

In his prayers, he was praying for his mom and her inability to eat gluten (Celiac’s). “Dear God, please help Mommy to be able to eat gluten someday…” Along with this, he was praising God for a miraculous healing in our family recently (getting closer!).

How is it possible that this kid, whose diet consists of only a handful of ingredients, would be praying for someone who can eat just about everything but one? I definitely didn’t stop long enough to soak in it, but the heart of Jesus was right there in the room with me.

As I recognize how often I act in selfishness, I am humbled that the Grace of God would provide me with a son who would point me back to Him.

My eyes are starting to water and I’m at a clinical today… Thanks for reading!