My 14 year old son Zachary wrote this the other day. He has watched me fight my illness for over six years now. He has missed so much, years I should have been there playing with him, wrestling, whatever, he has missed. At times I've been too sick to get out of bed. I've suffered so much pain and he has had to watch me endure it. He has to help me out of the floor when I fall. He has had to help me to bed when the seizures have come. It has taken its toll on him but he has come a long way. He went through some angry years at God and there are still days I know he wonders why. He has learned to try and see God's hand in all of it. He is an incredible young man.
He wrote this the other day. I just thought it was good and shared so much of what my illness has put him and really our family through. So parents, when you think your trials only affect you, remember they affect your family just as much if not more.
He wrote this:
My senses have faded, my mind has gone numb,
I just feel so jaded, it strikes me dumb.
A decade and a half, he's spent serving you,
the rod and the staff, is far from his due.
I don't know your plan, don't pretend to know why,
All this on one man, all the pain in his eyes.
This is my plea to you, this is my heart,
Come down, pull us through, before we're torn apart.
I close with this, God is on His throne. I trust Him fully. He is sovereign in my life. If there is a valley to walk through, I accept it as the smallest portion of the cross he bore for me. To God be all glory and power and praise.
To my son, I say thank you and I love you.
Dad
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