A year ago this morning Jackson underwent open heart surgery. A year ago January and I felt in some small measure what Abraham did in offering up Isaac when we ascended our own Mount Moriah and surrendered our son into the hands of God with no knowledge of the outcome. And there, in those dark hours, God worked through the doctor's skillful hands to restore health to Jackson's heart, and today we can celebrate an ordinary morning with our son.
Psalm 23 comes to mind as January, Jackson, and I journey through mortality's dark shadow; the shadows that death's terrifying mountains cast signify something truly wonderful - beyond the shadows the light still shines. There is a light that no trial, no pain, no fear of death can dim. Even if we can barely see or feel its warmth, sometimes the light breaks through the darkness and reminds us that God's blessings abound despite the shadows.
Today is a day of giving thanks and praise to God for our son and for his, who he did not spare on Moriah that we could know his immeasurable love and the warmth of his blessings.Praise God from whom all blessings flow; Praise him all creatures here below; Praise him above ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Amen!