
This book is written from the perspective of a mother desperate to save her child and family during a sudden medical crisis. Even though I have worked as a chaplain in a Children’s Hospital, adult hospitals, skilled nursing facilities and in home care settings with hospice patients, this book is not written from the perspective of a chaplain.
I became a Chaplain after this experience, hoping that my firsthand experience would give me a unique way of serving patients and families. I wrote as a Christian mother. I drew upon my faith in my time of need for my son and my family in the only way I knew how. I learned rich lessons and I believe they are worthy to be shared.
While most of the lessons transcend the age of the patient, some lessons are specifically for parents with sick children. When my two year old son became seriously ill suddenly, there were moments I thought I would lose my mind. Nevertheless, God kept me. God showed me things. He comforted me. His Word says that He is the God of all comfort, and He proved that during our three month hospital stay.
The Reboot. A Mother's Journey of Faith, Healing and Hope
When I began writing this book 20 years ago, my heart was still raw from the experience. I wrote as a mother holding on to hope in the middle of uncertainty. At that time, I had no idea what the future would hold for my son or for me.
Now, two decades later, I can say with confidence: the miracle was not just that Adam survived—it’s that he has lived. Fully. Boldly. Independently.
I have watched him grow from a fragile toddler in the PICU to a determined young man who works full time, goes to school full time, lives on his own, and rarely asks for help. He is ambitious, resourceful, and grounded. Every step he takes reminds me that prayers work, faith works, and God still does miracles.
But this book is not just about Adam. It’s also about the God who carried me. I didn’t just watch my son recover—I was being healed too. My faith was stretched, my strength was tested, and my capacity for hope was enlarged. I learned what it means to fight for someone with both hands lifted to God.
Adam’s story reminds me that miracles don’t always look like sudden transformations. Sometimes they are gradual, unfolding over years. The feeding tube removed. The first cry. The first step. The diploma. The apartment lease. The paycheck. Each one a layer of testimony.
I realize now that this miracle belongs to more than just our family. It belongs to anyone who needs to be reminded that God is still faithful, that He still answers prayers, and that He still brings beauty out of suffering.
As Adam continues his journey—chasing dreams, building his career, carving out his future—I continue mine. My role has changed, but my mission remains: to glorify God with a loud voice, to remember what He has done, and to encourage others never to stop believing.
The miracle continues.
Make a free website with Yola