What we do when we have struggles is turn to God who gave us faith to begin with.
I recall when my son who was born prematurely at 27 weeks was dying, in the neonatal intensive care unit.
My wife and myself were given a private room to wait in, while they disconnected my son from all the tubes and respirator that he was hooked up to. They were going to bring him to us, so we could hold him while he died.
My wife was broken and asking why, why is God allowing this. We had received the gift of faith only four years before, through Jesus Christ, but now we’re being put to the test and it seemed unfair to my wife.
My only response, not really having nothing else to say was, it’s all in God’s hands.
We waited, but they didn’t bring our son. Instead, the nurse came and told us that the priest was there to give him the sacrament of sick and dying, so we could come into the unit now. We met this strange priest we didn’t know and the three of us got dressed in the gowns and paper booties they make you wear in the intensive care unit, and went over to my son. The priest anointed him and was saying the prayers of the sacrament when he turn to me and asked, “what’s the babies name?” I answered, “Robert James.” The priest smiled at me and said, “that’s my name.” Suddenly, my wife and myself felt the peace of God among us. We knew, that whatever happened, it was all in God’s hands. The priest finished and we all walked out of the unit feeling sad but at peace. The priest said good bye and God bless, and we never saw him again. No sooner the when the priest left, the nurses and doctors were rushing into the unit to my son and working frantically. We figured it was over. However, one of the nurses came out to us and told us that they didn’t understand what happened, but my son was turning around. He was getting oxygen in his blood and his color was normal. To make a long story short, my son’s life came back and he recovered, and in just three more weeks, we were able to take home our baby boy.
So, I know how I responded and will respond again, in time of crises. Don’t get me wrong, there have been some times that I had to struggle with my trust in God, but God always provided a profound meaning as he got me through each event.
FYI, my son is 31 years old.
Jim