His Blood In a lot of ways I have always felt like the cards were stacked against me. I didnt inherit the most desirable characteristics. My body type is one that easily gains weight and has difficultly losing weight. My nose is kinda big, my nailbeds are weak and wide. Then there are the non-physical attributes. Needless to say my mother and father didnt have a lot of good to pass down to the next generation. Realizing I didnt have much to offer, before my first child was born I made a long wish list of everything I hoped my child would not inherit from me. Everything from a short torso to a short temper. Then there was the day that Asher was diagnosed. It was the day I became painfully aware that I missed something crucial on my wish list. A blood test revealed to us that Asher has a genetic disease called Spinal Muscular Atrophy (SMA). It was amazing how a little bit of blood could tell the fate of a person. I would soon learn that Asher has the disease because Im a carrier of the disease. And from that point forward the phrase its in my blood would have a whole new meaning. I would be lying if I said I havent died a little inside knowing a part of me afflicted my son with a terrible disease. I try not to fixate on these painful thoughts. I know I would be trapped in the bowels of despair if it were my blood alone that dictated Ashers fate. But Im able to escape the trenches of dispair and cling to the hope that by His blood we are healed and have everlasting life. And I thank Him for the resurrection and the life. Isaiah 53:5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Apr 2014 01:47:18 +0000
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