It all began when my ex-wife began to have seizures. She was only five months pregnant when this happened. My ex-wife and son were both in danger and I felt hopeless, fearing the worst. The doctors would talk to me about the possible worst case scenario for both my ex-wife and son. Because of this, I didn’t sleep or eat for two months. I was always waking up to my ex- wife screaming because of the pain she went through when they had to check her and my son. It was two months of moving to the ICU and all over Denver Health. Life consisted of my going to work, coming home, and returning to my ex-wife and child. Many nights I would cry and pray at work. I would pray to God to help my ex-wife and son get through this difficult time. I would constantly …show more content…
When I went with him to the NICU I was told I had to leave. I returned to my wife with a smile. She was concerned about Elijah, but I assured her that our son was going to be just fine. We spent the next three months with Elijah in the NIICU.We watched him grow and even struggle at time, but I never let my prayer and faith stop. As the months progressed, so did our son. He never stopped fighting to stay alive. I would always smile when I saw Elijah and give thanks to God for him and my ex-wife. Since then I unfortunately have lost my wife.I feel I failed her as a husband, and so I do not want to fail my son as a father. In lieu of all this, it is important to me to continue my journey in growing closer to God and also becoming an Army Chaplain. I understand it will not be an easy journey, but nothing great is ever easily accomplished. I feel and know that I am called to be a Chaplain to help others get through crises in their lives. I have been through many and I am sure many more are to come. Regardless, my faith will always remain strong and will never falter since God with all his grace and glory will guide me to Him. In return, I must be still and do something I have never done before—I must
I would spend it with God. I would ask as many questions I could fit into a day. How to strengthen my faith, how to use my talents to help others maybe all over the world. I would ask why I couldn't have more than a day with Him.
Then that moment ended. About a week later I got a call from her parent explaining the day before she was supposed to go home she had another seizure. I didn’t get to see her for another couple months though. When I got to visit her again, eleven months had passed since the diagnosis.
with each obstacle I grow stronger. When I thank of the goodness of Jesus I know that
I told her that it was going to be ok and that I was going to get her out of here. I heard someone scream "Put your hands up." At that moment I know it was ok to go down stairs I got her and we when down stairs .When we came down stairs I didn’t care about me I just was worrying about what was going to happen with her.But know days she turned 14 and I'm going to adopted her. So now I have 3 kids and almost
to be greater than what I think I am, and more like Christ. My wife is not a believer as much as I am, but I
something was lacking, God's peace. I now have a husband and two beautiful children, and recently
my stubbornness I stood up and, to myself, shouted “fine I’ll get up.” Since that day the Lord has
The death of mother, Rev. Brenda Rogers Edge, shaped my spiritual formation. Mother’s death was transformative because I had to have the support of my community while I grieved. The general manager of my workplace suggested that I enroll in Clinical Pastoral Education in order to work through my grief as the workplace look past the fact that I was not working.
I am fine now and the love of my life that I mentioned continues to hold that role as we were married the following year. The reason that I brought all that up is because the fragility of the human body is always on my mind. I’m not a hypochondriac by any means, but the reality that something could go wrong scares me. My dad has heart issues, my
That was the worst time of my life. The car drive, and then being there as my father went into a coma. Holding my mother's hand as the lines went flat and the machine beeping. The picture of both of them being wheeled out of the room to who knows where.
father figure, my friend, he was the one I would go to in hard times and in good times.
I will keep carrying on with faith for the rest of my life because it’s what I believe in, and because my personal code of chivalry will always shine
my parents, and a great brother to my sisters and brothers. That’s why I believe that I should deserve
call home and so much more. Every time, I have a problem, I pray to
kids. And I would be, the understanding, calm and collective mom. However, when I had my