When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
This is the song that came to mind yesterday as we
received word from the doctors and surgeons. We were told yesterday that at
this point there are no surgical options for Ezekiel. The doctors do not
believe that there is much of a chance for surgery in the future. We know that
we serve the creator God that designed Ezekiel in this special way for a
special reason. For now we are simply going to love this blessing and cherish
each day. We may not know the future, but we know The One who holds the future.
Our prayer is that His kingdom may be blessed and glorified through the life of
our son. Continue to pray for us as our mommy and daddy hearts are hurting.
Thank you all for your love and support this week.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith
shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
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