Today, my son, Lucas, drowned.
But he is going to be okay.
We are staying at a resort hotel for a family reunion. I was not there. I was shopping. SHOPPING. While my son, quite literally, died.
And then was brought back to life.
In what I know to be the biggest tender mercy from my Heavenly Father, there happened to be 2 pediatricians at the pool at the exact time it happened. They are the ones who discovered him. They pulled him from the pool. Started CPR. These doctors saved my son's life.
My life will never be the same.
Lucas is currently at our local Children's Hospital. He's living it up with all the jello he can manage and every Disney movie at his fingertips. He is going to be okay.
What have I learned?
Things don't matter.
My husband is an amazing man and I love him so so much.
He is my rock, but sometimes I need to be his rock.
The Lord has big things in store for that little boy.
And for our family.
Nothing you do in life can prepare you for something like this.
And everything is different after.
My son is alive.
God is good.