Today is my husband’s birthday; I will give him a gift he has requested. More than a year ago I recounted in Where God Takes Me that he nearly died of a rare genetic disease but was spared when, after months of searching, we found a specialist. The specialist prescribed a daily little red pill that is, by all appearances, what stands between my husband and a quick demise.
My husband seems to be thriving. He is thrilled and has urged me repeatedly to inform readers of this dramatic change; yet I have been reticent. After long reflection, I confess that it was superstition which restrained me; the fear in my feeble heart that if I related the story of my husband’s improvement, I might somehow jinx it. After all, so many complications could still occur. Of course my twisted thinking defied the Laws of God; as only God will determine my husband’s destiny.
At the crux of my very human fear was having to acknowledge the possibility of losing my husband: a true and steadfast man, devoted to God and family; a strong, kind, amusing, diligent man–a cherished companion. By the grace of God, he is here today.
Happy Birthday, my love, and may God’s Blessings always shine upon you.