Last night, my oldest son, Vincent, who is only 4 years old, starting complaining about his throat and his eyes. "It's really itchy, Daddy." With his swelling and water eyes, hives on his tummy, and his well developed hysteria, I realized what had happened. We gave him a peanut butter ball. A few years ago, we thought he might have an allergy, but nothing really came of it.
Well, I grabbed the Bennydryl, called a guy on my board who "just happens" to be a pediatrician at Children's Hsopital, and was told to take him to the local ER. Once, there, they told me there was some wheezing in his lungs and would need to be transported by ambulance to Children's and admitted overnight for obersvation. Then they gave him a breathing treatment and stuck him for an IV. Oh, how he cried.
On the way down in the ambulance, my mind started to go where any parent's mind would...you know, to all the places it SHOULDN'T go. Then I realized something. 4 years ago, my wife and dedicated him to the Lord. No matter what, God is in control. No, that doesn't mean that nothing will ever happen to him. But, it does give me the peace of mind to know that God loves him even more than I do. Of course, that's hard for me to believe, but I do. Because of THAT, I know that I can trust Him.