patience and comfort of the scriptures might have hope.

On a day like this 3 years ago Josiah caught meningococcemia. Little did I know my entire life would change. I never knew what true pain was until I grabbed my son's hand for the last time. I never cried so many tears until I endured a situation I could not control. I almost lost my son. I remember sitting down and staring at 27 machines that he was hooked up too. How could my 1 year old possibly be in coma. Why couldn't it be instead. He was so small to even acknowledge what horror he was about to face. I hated everyone at that moment. So many unfit mothers and yet The Most High chose me. Some things can never be understood. Ppl wonder how I detached and how much I change. But how naive and ignorant can you be? How can someone who watched her son's body detoriate ever invision life the same. I mentally and spiritually lost myself at one point. I hated myself, I blamed myself, I even attempted to take my own life. I failed. Now 3 years gone by and I am spiritually growing. I am becoming the proverbs 31 woman I dreamed of. I follow the commandments because I wait for the Most High to restore my son. You see I don't play with fire anymore because I been burned.