🙌It's the Friday Call to Worship!🙌

Our six-year olds's auto-immune condition has been flaring up. My nerves crackled and popped all night last Friday from the intensity of caring for him, and I couldn't sleep at all. On Saturday, we watched a medic team carry my oldest son off the rugby field on a stretcher. My three-year old and I rushed to the hospital to open his file while my husband rode in the ambulance with him.

You'll never believe what happened next... I LOCKED MY THREE-YEAR OLD IN MY VAN IN THE HOSPITAL PARKING LOT. My sleep-deprived, nerve-frazzled, broken heart was just about ready to stop beating at this point.

But, in full toddler resiliency, my little guy didn't skip a beat when we got into that van - 30 minutes later with a locksmith! Our oldest son came home with a severe concussion, cleared from brain and spine injuries. And all three brothers finished the day watching rugby on the couch together.

We praise God that our day had a happy ending. I, however, have never felt more like a crazy person. This most expensive and scary day in the history of the Ladd family could have broken our spirits, sucker-punched our marriage, and evolved into a massive pity party. Instead, my husband and I joked about the roles we play in a crisis, and held tight. We felt held. So many helped us that day. Our kids were safe, and we were secure in the safety of this marriage we have prayed over for the last ten years.

Days like that day reminded me that Truth can float to the surface on the days our hearts sink hardest. Jesus has already covered for us for the days we're at our worst and when our worst things happen. There's no measuring stick because there was a cross. I can't think of a better reason to worship today than that.

Listen to "Who He Is" by Jamie MacDonald.