Helpless

Yesterday, Lindsay and I learned a valuable lesson, or at least I did.
Over the last 3-4 months Beau has had 5 different ear infections; it has been miserable.  If you have ever had a child with ear infections you know what I'm talking about, if not, it keeps him up at night, he runs fever quite often, he has to take anti-biotics that give him some of the worst diarrhea I've ever seen (which is pretty bad considering some of the cases I have had before).  But really the hardest part of it as a parent is not being able to do a single thing for him.  You feel so helpless, so unable to tend to his need for relief, so useless even as his parent.
So the inevitable took place yesterday, and we all (including Beau) are breathing a sigh of relief today, Beau had tubes put in his ears.  Beau was in a great mood yesterday, laughing, playing and just enjoying life, he had no idea his day would be so interrupted.  As Lindsay and I sat in the waiting room and they took Beau away from us into the "other" room, we became anxious as his parents.  We want what is best for our son and we knew this would be the best thing for him; but that didn't stop a little bit of anxiety from sneaking into our hearts.

You know I think I learned yesterday that sometimes what will be best for my son isn't always going to be the easiest thing to go through for him or for us.  I think sometimes it will be painful, sometimes it may be the hardest things to do that will turn out to be the best things.  

So as we sat waiting Lindsay wandered if we would be able to hear what was happening to him, and sure enough, every blood curdling scream Beau let forth resounded between our ears.  From the moment they strapped him to the table (he is alot like his dad, he doesn't like to be held down) through the process of actually putting the tubes in, we heard it all.  He had left a smiling happy "hurting" child, he returned a broken "healed" child.  The tubes will help to alleviate the anguish of multiple ear infections, even from the moment he was cut open the fluid behind the drums flowed out.
A true healing process.
And even though he came back broken and frustrated, he actually came back a different child, better because of the process.
Now you know me, I am a preacher, and this could easily be turned into preaching, but let me leave it at this...God knows what would be best for you, and He knows the process may be hard to fix it, but He's willing to do what is best for you, are you willing to let Him?
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Being broken so I can be healed!