Then Evan’s diagnosis came, and more waves of heartbreak, grief and depression washed over me. As much as I wanted to be able to physically heal and protect my son, I had to accept the reality that I couldn’t heal him (or myself). I had to rely on God’s power to heal. I had to trust in His grace and mercy. God was sovereign over my son’s body, brain, soul and spirit; He would have to heal Evan in His time, in His own way. Daily I lifted up tearful prayers to the Lord, placing Evan’s care in His loving hands. God gently taught me to relinquish control and allow Him to heal Evan (and me) according to His own perfect plan.
Fervent, loving intercession»