a young man fights for his life in the hospital tonight.
my daughter sits at his side, endless hours, praying, working, strategizing, learning, guiding the doctors at times, and creating an atmosphere of light in a dark dark place.
will the boy live?
we don't know.
exactly a year ago another one of her boys died, of the very same thing.
it's too surreal.
why? why. why.....
no one knows. God sees, and weeps, and is God.
it's our job to fight, and to pray.
it's not our job to know why.
we pray he lives.
but only God knows the ending, and we have to trust Him.
otherwise the tears are too much.