“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28 (NIV)

Recently, we received some really worrisome news about our son. Over the past 8 years, a description of his health as a roller coaster ride would only minimize the affect it has had on Mark and I. Hearing every diagnosis from mental retardation to conductive deafness has soared us down many mountainous inclines. Whenever, we think that progress is being made successfully we are feeling the upside of the ride. Truly, he has made more progress than I could have ever imagined by the disheartening description of his conditions. Doctors have never seemed to find the real reason behind this roller coaster and well, to be frank, they have only been making educated guesses and preformed band-aid treatments that thankfully has improved his speech.

This past school year, he graduated from speech. The therapist explained that there isn’t more she can do for him and for us to basically accept that his speech will forever be nasal. Mark and I gladly accepted it and thought, “Whew, it is finally over.” He was doing really well in school in spite of his slight expressive language delay. He is a bright boy and I would love to confront the “professional” that labeled him mentally challenged. When we were sent to an orthodontist because his teeth were too big and his mouth was too small, we didn’t think about it twice.

We went and the orthodontist explained he needed to expand his palate. I was like a cowgirl on a runaway horse, “Whoa!” He has a man-made speed bump back there that helps him speak. I insisted that we see his ENT before going further. The orthodontist agreed. So off to Children’s Hospital we went and the ENT agreed and sent us to a Cranialfacial Orthodontist at the hospital. Armed with my list of orthodontics procedures and ready for a second opinion, we made the appointment and felt confident that I could explain to Justin, “Yes, dear, you are going to have braces.” Which by the way thrills him because he will be just like big sis. “Cool.”

After a 30 minute examination, this orthodontist, specialist, sat me down to explain something was “wrong.” He was sending me to a geneticist because he may have a syndrome. That same roller coaster stomach sinking feeling landed with a thud as I caught my breath. Without any explanation in fear of “scaring me”, I left the office with yet another doctor’s name. Googling from home, the syndrome that my son may have is scary enough to send me to the hospital from heart failure.

After much prayer and advice from friends, I have simply put all of this in God’s hands. To see my son you would never know something was wrong. He has had so many “specialist” up his nose and down his throat. He has seen so many professionals and he is truly making progress. I am trusting the Lord to handle this. I don’t want to worry….. his appointment with this geneticist is in Feb. 2010. I have had to make the decision to worry about it or to enjoy every moment with my son……..

This morning, I opened a book of quotes I have written down along with Bible verses….. and there it was in black and white…. Matthew 11:28 and a little scribbled quote from Renee Swope from Proverbs 31 Ministries next to it:

Worry

Only

Robs

Rest

from You

Should I say anything more??

Dear Father,

At times, I forget that you are the source of true rest.  I take on the responsiblity  of worrying over every little event, obsticale, friend or foe and well just about anything or anyone that comes my way.  Father, You are bigger, stronger, and courageous than me.  Father, remind me daily to bring my cares, worries, and concerns to Your feet and to leave them there.  I like to pick them up again and again forfeiting the rest You provide.  Help me to refrain from the urge to pick them up once again.  You are my Savior and I love You.

Amen

God Bless…..

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