All Life Is In God’s Hands
Last weekend my parents had a yard sale and my wife and I helped out. My mom was in the back yard with our almost three year old and almost one year old while my wife and I were in the front taking care of the sale.
All of a sudden my mom was screaming from the back yard and my dad and wife went running to help her. She had tripped while carrying Ollie our almost one year old. She dropped him and he landed on his head on a rock.
My wife grabbed him and ran into the house and called me in to pray for him. He was crying and nursing while I prayed. His eyes kept rolling in his head and was having a hard time keeping one of his eyes open.
While I was praying that he would be okay and he wouldn’t have any problems from falling on his head, I felt like God told me that Ollie’s life was in His hands and that I needed to let Ollie go. I needed to be okay with whatever God does with Ollie’s life. Even if that meant that he dies.
I told Lydia that I thought he would be okay and walked outside to deal with all the people outside at the yard sale.
God holds your life in His hands. He holds your kids’ life in His hands. God can do whatever He wants, and sometimes that means that someone close to you dies. Sometimes that means your child dies. Sometimes it means that you die before you’d like to.
All life is granted by God and as Christians we can’t go around thinking that we’re in charge of that life. God gives life and He takes it away. If He decides that an 11 month old baby should die, then that’s that. God holds that life in his hand and He gets to decide what to do with it.
I can’t be mad at my mom because she dropped Ollie on his head. I can’t be mad at myself for not bringing Ollie to the hospital. God is the one who decides. Not my mom. Not me. Nothing anyone does will can extend a life or shorten a life without God’s approval.
He fell asleep with his mommy and slept on her for a while. He did wake up and hasn’t had any problems from hitting his head except for a couple scratches. His smile is just as goofy as it’s ever been.
After everything was over, I told my wife what God told me when I was praying for Ollie. She wondered if maybe Ollie would have died if I hadn’t of given Ollie over to God in my heart. I don’t know. Luckily I won’t have to know. But God used that situation to teach me a lesson. I hope it’s a lesson that I don’t have to deal with again in my life.
I’m holding Ollie in my arms as I write this and I’m so glad that I didn’t loose him that day, but if I had, I know it would have been God’s will for his life. And it would have been God’s will for my life too.