By Gary Griffin
As I sit here on this Father’s Day in the autumn of my life, I cannot help but look back over the years at the blessings that the Lord has given my family, even before we knew Him. The summer of 1967 immediately comes to mind when I think back to those days of endless sunshine.
There was so much for us to discover in those early years of marriage—each other, our first child, marriage itself, and the world around us.
Already we had been blessed with a beautiful, healthy baby boy (two years old at the time), a new job, a new car, an apartment of our own, and all that we could ask for. The world was before us, or so it seemed. It was a world without limits or liabilities. “Life is good,” they say, but the Giver of Life, beyond any doubt, is even better.
Little did we know that we were about to embark on a journey that would show us just how good God really is.
With the news of a second child on the way, our eyes sparkled and life began to change again. But our life was about to take an immediate turn for the worse.
Joy turns to fear and uncertainty
A few months into her pregnancy, my wife Mary began to feel sick. It quickly became apparent that this was beyond mere morning sickness. Stomachaches led to a constant low fever, and then she started to turn yellow. Hepatitis, we were told. Infectious hepatitis. Very serious.
With Mary barely 20 weeks into her pregnancy, we found ourselves numb at how fast things were moving in the wrong direction. She was admitted to the hospital, and things only got worse as the days went by.
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