And “We’ll make the air with music ring, shout praises to our God and King” because of it.
I am only home for a few minutes so I haven’t had time to check the Bloggernacle or even the comments here, but based on the number of comments here I can only assume my plea for prayers here made a difference. Here is the update: Our baby boy Quinn is well on his way to a full recovery.
Briefly: While my wife and I followed the helicopter to the hospital we prayed and began to feel the beginnings of faith that we could save the boy. When I gave what probably sounded like a brash blessing to my boy in the emergency room my faith grew. When I learned all of our family and ward were praying for a recovery I felt slightly better. When I followed my impression to ask for help here I felt a little more confidence. But it was only after my brother Russ told me that my plea at my blog was not ignored, but rather many righteous Boggernacle saints (who wouldn’t know me from Adam) were praying for my Quinn… It was then when I finally knew… Sorry if it sounds dramatic but it was then that my tears of gratitude finally flowed. Quinn was going to be fine.
When my stake president later came to the hospital and prophesied that Quinn would fully recover most remaining fear and doubt disappeared. When the doctors told us there was no signs of neurological damage and our Q-dog (the nickname his missionary uncle gave him) would have a full recovery it was fitting, but not surprising.
Thank you for being among our saviors. Thank you for mourning with us as we mourned and comforting us as we stood in need of comfort.
Miracles happen. I’m glad I am a Mormon boy.
(More later when we bring our Q home some time this weekend)