I had a beautiful baby boy four years ago, he was born with Transposition of the Greater Arteries. He had several surgeries and was very strong in his fight to live. He passed away two months into that battle when several different complications developed. Jack Isaac had shown me more about life and my faith in those short months than I had ever learned in my 34 years of life.
Christ
was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our
iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed. Isaiah 53:5
Sometimes
scripture can be misunderstood, sometimes the promises within His
word can even be manipulated into what we want to believe verses what
His real purpose is meant to be. Do you know how many times I prayed
that scripture over Jack. I trusted God and had confidence in my sons
healing through Christ. He was coming home, the comfort God allowed
me was overwhelming and unexplainable. I watched Jack carry his cross
for 58 long days. And after he passed, I was home, sitting without
my baby and crying out to God... "You said, he would be healed! You
said, by Christ's stripes we are healed! You promised healing! You
assured me... healing."
At
that very moment, deep in my sorrow God spoke within me. His words were
kind, and He said, "Yes, I did promise these things and yes, your son is
home and he is healed by Christ's stripes, by His broken and crushed
bones your son has LIFE. Now go tell the world."