Standing in the Rain

We were getting used to life in Costa Rica. Guy and I were making friends that I knew would last a  lifetime. We were getting into a routine. The routine consist of going to language school everyday then going out every afternoon to practice what we had learned. We would need to go food shopping mostly everyday. On Sundays we visited different churches. The more we got out the faster we would learn the language. All of the missionaries that were in language school had been preparing so long before even getting to language school. Everyone was getting excited to move to where God had called them to go. I was getting a little nervous about what life would be like in the Amazon Jungle. We were completely walking and living by faith.

 

 

We had lived in Costa Rica for about 5 months and I decided to take Jason to his 18 month old check up. I wanted to keep up with all his routine check ups. At that check up the doctor made an appt. for us to take Jason to see a specialist. I really had no idea why we were going to the specialist but I was concerned because he made the appt. for that evening. I was NOT prepared for what I was about to hear. When we arrived that evening we were greeted by the doctor himself. There were no papers to fill out and no waiting to be seen. The doctor took Jason and looked at him for about 30 min. but seemed like an eternity. The doctor handed Jason back to me and I held him like I had never held him before. Then the words that NO parent should ever hear come out of a doctors mouth. All I remember hearing was "Your child has type 1 Hurlers Disease and he has 4 years to live. He will get pneumonia and die". I'm sure the doctor said a lot more but I don't remember another word. I stood up and handed Jason to his daddy. I walked out the door and I stood in the pouring rain and cried from a place I didn't know existed. I could not bear to hold Jason that night because I believed the more I held and loved him the more it will hurt to lose him. That feeling only lasted till the next morning.  I wanted so much to help my husband because I knew he just heard the same thing I heard and he was trying to hold Jason and an umbrella over Jason and me while trying to get a taxi to stop and pick us up. Shortly after we got home our house was filled with the other missionary families. They stayed with us all night. By the next morning I wish with all my heart that it was all a mistake and the doctors were wrong and that everything could go back the way it was the day before. There is one thing that went back to the way it was and that was  hugging and holding Jason and never letting him go. God chose to pour out His Grace on us that night and surround us with love. We had no idea what our future held but we did know that Jesus loved our son even more than we did.