This is Arthur. He came onto this ship a baby with this overwhelming tumor protruding from his face. He cried constantly, I think it was because he could never get comfortable. I was working night shift on D ward the night before his surgery. To be honest I was a little afraid of this tiny baby, he just looked too much like our dear baby Greg that went to Jesus in July. Every time I saw Arthur I would pray, “Please Jesus let this one live.”
At 5am Ali and I brought Arthur into ICU to draw his blood in preparation for surgery. We just looked at each other and knew. We both knew that Jesus is in control and not every story ends up tragic. In fact, Arthur’s surgery went fine and he went home with in a week. Our God is so capable of healing and restoration, I just need to have faith.
