In His Hands.

April 6, 2020

Lesson One: Even though we can’t see Him sometimes during our suffering, trials, and valleys, Our Daddy God has us safely In His Hands.

In His hands.

Caleb was in the neonatal unit right after birth. Yup, he was the biggest in the room at 8 pounds and 8 ounces. Giant among little ones. I was helping my wife pack our stuff for her to go home. Words can’t express having to leave our son behind in the hospital. Such a lost kind of feeling. We were alone. The phone rang. Our pediatrician was on vacation at the time of Caleb’s birth and on the line was the doctor who was covering her patients.

In his hands.

The doctor said that Caleb’s nurse reported low APGAR scores (test of newborn health ), a “Simian Crease” in the palm of his hand (sign of Down’s Syndrome) , and his pinky fingers were curved, called Clinodactyly (another sign of Down’s Syndrome). He was breathing very rapidly, a state of respiration call Tachypnea.  So fast, he could only eat from a nasogastric tube.

In His Hands.

What? Our baby boy. Something is wrong. Many things could be wrong. No visit. A phone call. Fear, anxiety – two young parents wondering. Minds racing. Prayers. Oh Father. We need you.