This morning I woke up to the news of the first U.S. death due to the flu. It was a 23 month old in Texas.
Friends.... that hits close to home, in more ways that one.
I cried. I cried for that family, and I cried for mine.
It is tempting to let fear take over, and I admitted to God that I was scared.
And then I remembered all He has brought Alan through:
God has safely carried Alan (and our family) through surgery as a newborn, liver disease, transplant, pneumonia, and multiple sepsis episodes. Those were are real and definite threats to Alan, and look at him today!
This flu is out there. It is a risk. And although there are many good precautions we can take, there are no guarantees. But I know my God can handle it. Whatever happens, His grace is sufficient. Praise His name, I don't have to fear!