Gods breath poured out over my soul like a morning fog filled with a cool refreshing mist, but there was a battle between guilt and fear brewing inside my heart. I was still struggling with the news of our son’s chromosome deletion disorder and the guilt of knowing I had passed on defective chromosomes that left him with obvious problems. We still didn’t know the extent of the problems this tiny little deletion would cause and honestly I was a little overwhelmed and dazed by the diagnosis.
The news had come five days before Christmas which in my opinion was really crappy, but we really wanted to know. I’m not sure the timing was very good on Gods part. Here we are a few days before we celebrate the birth of his son and all I want to do is throw a little pity party over our situation. It really sucked knowing there was no quick fix for our son’s problem. Doctors couldn’t tell us what the future would be like for him and that frightened the hell out of me. Show me one rational and sound minded parent out there who doesn’t want the best for their child. We wanted the best for our son too, but the uncertainty of not knowing if we could actually provide it was difficult.
As time past and our son grew older we found ourselves scheduled for surgery at Texas Scottish Rite Hospital for children. Wakeland had a condition which was causing the muscles in his legs to pull his legs together at his knees. The surgery would release the Adductor muscles so he could get his legs apart, which hopefully would allow him to learn to walk. Just before his third birthday we checked into the hospital.
I’ve never had to do anything as difficult as leave my child in the hands of the surgeon on the morning of his surgery. Before I even made it to the elevator I was crying. Then I proceeded to break down. The fear of something going wrong and losing our child was so strong it consumed me. I was so in love with my son and unwilling to give him up. I wanted to be in control and I wanted God to back off. Hadn’t we suffered enough when we learned about the chromosome problem? Now we have to endure a painful surgery and body cast that would last for over a month. But the beauty of God was real and evident that day. In spite of my lack of faith and trust in Him, he still came near to me and showed his grace. By the time I reached the surgery waiting room, God had breathed his peace upon me and I felt like I was in worship with him. He was so close I felt like I could have touched him. His presence was real. It was calming. And it penetrated through my anger at him and soothed my soul. I didn’t deserve it and I’m not even convinced I even wanted it. I was happy and perfectly content with my self loathing, but He knew what I needed and met me in the waiting room that day.
I’ll always remember it as a special time between me, God, and my son Wakeland. I know God was as close to Wakeland that day as he was to me. I know now that Wakeland was safe in Gods hands even though I was unwilling to release my control to him. That continues to be the mystery and wonder of whom God is to me and I now seek for opportunities to experience God in this way each day.
Wakeland came through the surgery just fine. There were complications a week later, but nothing the doctors weren’t able to fix. The 33 days he had to wear the body cast proved to be the most trying and difficult time we’d ever had as a family. By the time the cast came off, we were exhausted, beaten down and broken. We longed and craved for sleep and rest, but it didn’t come and we only grew more tired and worn out. It was at this time when things started getting more difficult for our marriage and we were starting to crumble even if we hadn’t yet realized it.