by Adria Wilkins
Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way.
The Lord be with all of you.
II Thessalonians 3:16 NIV
Light filled the hospital room where our little boy, Blake, was getting ready to go home. He’d never return to our home in Texas again, with his Peter Rabbit-themed room. He was going to our heavenly home.
Blake, who was born with spina bifida and other complications, died in June 2001 at age three. As each day unfolded in his little life, we found out that he couldn’t breathe, eat, or swallow on his own, and he couldn’t talk. Fifteen years ago our son, Blake, took his last breath. The sky was blue with just the perfect amount of clouds that day. We wondered with each shallow breath that he took, if it would be his last. We told him, “Go home, Blake, it is okay, go home.” A peace filled the room—a peace beyond all understanding. ...