The Christmas Eve That Shook My Faith
I originally wrote this in December, 2011. It has now been 25 years since this profound experience and I felt I needed to edit it for what life looks like today, December 23, 2022. Sometimes our lives are defined by experiences we have gone through, and we draw upon those fragile moments in time because that is where we drew closer to God, where we learned more in that trial than in any other time in our lives. That is what happened to me on the Eve of Christmas Eve, 1997 on a cold, bitter night at St. Louis Children's Hospital in St. Louis, Missouri. On that particular night I felt the most vulnerable in all my life. It stands to this day to have been the worst day of my life, worse than McKenna's actual passing. Let me share with you why. We arrived at St. Louis Children's Hospital December 7th, 1997. McKenna was only about 6 weeks old. She flew in a plane that came from St. Louis to pick her up with one doctor and I believe 2 nurses. One of the nurses tha...