Well, we're home now. We were released from the hospital about 1 o'clock this afternoon. We're still hoping to leave tomorrow to go to Montgomery, Alabama, so we got home and jumped into getting things washed and cleaned up for the trip.
Isaiah seems to be doing fine now, though he's absolutely exhausted (as are we). He's been on antibiotics until next Tuesday for his UTI (urinary tract infection), and he'll be taking medicine for his seizures for some time, probably several years. We see the Lord's hand in all of this though. We know that through this we came to understand what the cause of his seizures was. Hopefully his medications will prevent him from having anymore in the future.
Coming home is always bittersweet. Of course it's great to be out of the hospital, but the adrenaline that keeps one going during the situation suddenly drops out and a strange kind of depression can set in. Both Cristy and I went and took turns jogging this afternoon. Also, having this weekend out of town helps too. But there's still this "what just happened?" kind of feeling that comes over us.
I'll confess personally that there are times when I really stop and think about what is going on in our lives, and I realize more clearly the far-reaching effects of the fall. When Adam and Eve sinned they "died, died" (Literally in the Hebrew). Sin brought more than just spiritual death, but physical also. Our bodies grow old. Things stop working the way they're supposed to, and little children are born (if they survive until birth at all) with unexpected problems. No, I don't think that Isaiah's condition is necessarily because of some specific sin in either my life or my wife's. But we're dealing with all of this as a family because of sin. Hospitals are wonderful things, and doctors and nurses are wonderful people, but they all stand as monumental reminders that things are not what they ought to be. We're broken, defective, frail creatures. We treat diseases, fight sicknesses and endure for a time by God's grace only to be overtaken by the inevitable in due season.
So I'm reminded afresh that my hope lies not here on this earth as it is right now. I morn the effects of sin that have brought about the troubles that my son must endure, but I rejoice in the God that made him just as he would have him to be, knowing that this is what is best. He makes no mistakes.
In Christ,
Thomas
3 comments:
Boy, isn't that the truth... it reminds me of Romans 8:18-25; someday we'll be freed of these frustrating bodies -- I look forward to that! Then we'll really be "home" at last.
Hang in there! You guys do an amazing job of coping with the complications of life; may God give you the grace to run the race before you.
Robin
Tom, I was so sorry to learn of Isaiah's condition. Thank the Lord that he recovered after his fever last week, and that as a small mercy, you now know what is causing his fevers and seizures, and that they can be easily treated. My prayers are with him.
Praise the Lord that the doctors had His guiding hand involved with Isaiah's adventure. :) Thankfully he will be able to overcome the obsticles that are in his life by both Jesus and his loving family!
Prayers for your upcoming visit and for Isaiah's continue growth and development. :)
Your cuz, Robin
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