EAT THEM.
Yes, YOU.
Eat them all.
You said,”It’s not God’s will for your baby to be sick.”
You said, “Knox will thrive and grow, in Jesus’ name.”
You even said God would give him new DNA.
You said I needed to CLAIM the promises that are available in Christ
*in order to*
Take hold of the HEALING POWER available to those who are favored and blessed.
After you choke them down, please say another prayer for my baby.
Not for miraculous healing, but for mercy.
Mercy on his little body.
Powerful.
Lord,
Please, please grant mercy to my precious Scarlett and her precious Knox.
Also to those of us who comment, please grant us wisdom and grace.
I don’t know what to say.
I know what I want to say – the trouble is what I want to say is not to you, but to others.
People are so insensitive and cruel~ New dna, I wish~ What planet is this alien, from that said this?! I’ d like to chew on this idiot’s ear, for awhile~
Poor baby, I have to wonder what kind of person would attack you like that instead of giving you all the support you deserve and need. Your sick little boy is not a strike against you or punishment for sins or lacks. It is what it is. Some kids are healthy, some are not. It is horrible that Knox is sick, but he is such a precious creature. You were chosen to know him and love him and cherish him as long as you have him to hold. Be honored to be his parents, he is a child who will never know sin or evil, a golden light for you to always hold in your hearts. Love him all you can, touch him constantly, smell him, memorize every crease in his skin. It will sustain you when you need for it to, when you wish for just another moment with your darling.
I so agree with Floy; he is a precious gift! He will profoundly touch you and yours! Scarlett take note of all the special moments and maybe someday when you are ready, write a book about your special boy! xXx I’m so sad for all of you~
Ditto what Gregg said. I have no words for you, Scarlett. I have many for someone else.
I doubt they’re the same words Gregg has in mind.
If we were neighbors, I’d offer you a hug, and in that, try to tell you how sorry, how helpless, how useless I feel. I’d try to tell you that even though I’m just your neighbor, I’ve seen what you feel, because you’ve shown me. And because of that, I feel you’re my friend. And as my friend, you’re loved.
Wish my arms reached to wherever you are…