Dear Lord,

The words; “Your son has Diabetes.” are still ringing in my ears. A piece of me died that day as I traded pain for courage.
As you know I am very proud, I don't like to ask for help.

Faithfully, I asked you for the strength to face our fears and carry our family through. Days later you reminded me of my answered prayers. Your reminder was presented when our son at 4 1/2 years old rewarded me for my success at giving him his needle. He made me wait and said that he had something important. I kept asking what? He wanted just the right moment and when he thought it was there, he passed on to me the bravery award that he had received for himself. The pride and joy I felt were so powerful, a parents dream come true.

You also gave me guidance to comfort his deepest fears- “When will the diabetes be gone, Mommy? Why do I have to be so brave? All the other kids can. They think I'm strange. They're afraid they might catch it? I'm too much trouble.”

Dear Lord, children are already so limited now he's more controlled. Vigilant, I need to be; I feel his life is in my hands.

His questions are haunting. “Am I going to die? Before you die will there be a painful moment? Or worse- I don't care, I want something to happen to me.” Please Let Me Take His Pain!

How brave he is, his sister too, in many ways mature beyond their years. Full of life and character their childlike spirit spared.

Now I know there was no need to trade the pain for courage. If I deny the pain I may miss the joy. All the riches of emotion are your gifts and all are meant for my embracing.

Lord, the life within me cries out for the innocent and pure. I'm on my knees, my pride aside, please help find a Cure.

Desperately,
Bronson's Mom