It is Sunday morning and your granddaughter has a fever again. She finished her antibiotics two days a go, and this is becoming a frustratingly familiar story. People have been suggesting alternative medicines, our neighbor is a chiropractor, my mother-in-law is concerned about all of the antibiotics that my daughter is taking. At first, I defended the doctor and brushed off the voices that were suggesting a new approach. I still trust our doctor and we have an appointment with a urologist next month. But what do you do when the doctors and the medicines just aren’t working? How am I supposed to feel when all the money that we have spent, the time and energy that we have put into this sickness, aren’t changing the outcome. She is laying on the couch, shivering, asking for me to hold her because she doesn’t understand what is wrong. And neither do I. I can’t think of anything else to do but pray. Not for healing, really, but for some wisdom, strength, and patience for us all.
But healing would be nice.