Upon laying down to nap or sleep, especially this week, the stillness leads my mind to settle on Judson’s last days.
Today marks one year since we noticed signs of impending death in our beloved boy. Everything we feared was coming to fruition right before our eyes—our nightmare was climaxing with the most dreaded reality. There are no words to describe the horrific nature of the memories wherein our son’s body surrendered to the torturous attack of Krabbe disease. All I could do was cry out, “Oh God, have mercy! Have mercy on my boy! Have mercy!”
And I cry out now, “Oh God, have mercy! Have mercy on my broken heart! Have mercy!”