Austin passed away on Sunday, October 31st of last year. Even though the 31st is on Monday this year, in many ways today seems like that final Saturday that we had with our precious son….
Austin still was not feeling well, but had only a low-grade fever and wasn’t out of his bed much except to use the restroom. He was able to eat some food, although he didn’t feel very hungry. He was drinking a lot of water and juice. Duane spent much time praying over Austin and asking God for physical healing for him. Austin complained about pain in his back, but the strange thing was that the pain moved from lower back, to center, to up in his shoulders. We aren’t sure what caused this, but Austin liked it when I rubbed his back for him. We were watching him closely so he wouldn’t become dehydrated and he was drinking something every hour. Later on in the evening, Austin came out of his bunk and sat on the recliner in the motor home for a while. We thought it seemed like he was starting to feel a bit better. It wasn’t until later this evening when Austin started with some diahrrea, then also started vomiting. We thought it seemed like his body was now going to be able to get rid of this viral “bug”.
We talked about taking Austin into the hospital, but decided to see what things would be like in the morning, since he was able to sleep comfortably and we were watching his fluid intake. (You have to understand how painful this is even now to talk about because we have struggled so much with the thoughts of… WHY did we not take him to the hospital on Friday night??) Because we have spent so much time in hospitals over the years, we realize that healing usually happens much faster when a person is able to be at home but we have also been grateful that hospitals are available when you really need them. We don’t know why Duane and I both felt comfortable to see how Austin was feeling by the next morning. We both had peace about the decision but I guess this has been one of the most painful things that we have had to process. We keep coming back to the fact that God we know that it was God’s timing and we are so grateful that we were all together and surrounded by friends and people who cared for us.
Brianna and Alisha spent the night in the motorhome of their friend, Lori, who was also there at the Hartwell Center. God had that arranged as well. We were so grateful that they weren’t in the motorhome when the Ambulance arrived…….
We appreciate your prayers tomorrow morning as we will be sharing and singing at Foothills Community Chapel in Tryon NC. We want to turn what the enemy wants to use for evil, into something that will minister to others and advance the kingdom of God.