When the Answer is No

This is a tough one.  It took me quite a while to come to ‘a good place’ on this topic.  It took me even longer to be willing to share it.

God could have saved my son, David Glasser, a Phoenix Police Officer, who was killed in the line of duty on May 18, 2016.  God is everywhere and he knows everything and he can do anything.

Nothing is impossible for him.

So, no matter what any doctor said, God could have saved Davey.

That night in the hospital with Davey hooked up to all the machines lying there motionless, my husband and I walked up and down the hall outside of Davey’s room praying for a miracle and asking everyone we saw to pray for a miracle.  The halls of the hospital were lined with people praying for a miracle.  Three waiting rooms were filled, many of of those people were praying with us for a miracle.

It was our only hope.

When Davey’s brain waves disappeared early the next morning, we understood that we were not going to get that miracle.  The heartbreak was overwhelming.  It hurt so bad that it was a hard to breathe.  Our world was blown apart.  Such a sudden, huge, painful hole in our lives.

I wanted to ask why but I already understood that the answer was not to ask “why’ but to trust God.  I already knew the historical account of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego who role-modelled this thousands of years ago.  Right before King Nebuchadnezzar was about to throw them into a blazing furnace because they would not worship him, the three men testified to the king and the watching crowd that their God was able to save them.  “But even if he does not, ” they stated, they weren’t going to worship the king.  They trusted God to either save them or let them die – whichever accomplished God’s purposes here on earth.

They were declaring that – even if God did not give them a miracle – they were going to trust him.  In their story, they received a miracle and walked out of the blaze without a scratch on them.

That’s not my story.  We did not get a miracle.  I will probably never totally understand the purpose of this terrible tragedy this side of heaven.

But I will trust God and move forward in obedience until the day he calls me home.

Jesus told all of us that in this world we will have many trials and sorrows……and this one is at the top of my list.

Miss you, Davey.


2 responses to “When the Answer is No”

  1. April 19, 1991. My brother was hooked to all that kept him alive. The doctor said people with those injuries do not usually make it to the hospital. He also said….if this was my son, I think I would let him go. (Have to forgive this doctor….he didn’t know what God would do,I hope this changed his life 🙂) As we prepared to sign papers to donate organs, my older brother (a pastor in Milwaukee) called and said. We have no idea what God has planned….let’s give it some time. My younger brother lived trapped in a body that didn’t move as a quad for 23 years. He was kind, brave, smart and courageous. He went to every law enforcement funeral he could get to. He talked about how choices you make do impact others. Taking drugs effect others. We were so blessed to have him, it was often painful to watch. We as a family protected him and loved him. And thankfully the young man that shot him, and killed another officer, did not survive this encounter.

    I feel your pain, the pain of loss comes in many forms….not having them around…..losing a lifetime dream, to see life go on and missing all those things you can no longer do. Friends who no longer visit because they cannot grasp the possibility that they could end up in that chair. As law enforcement officers believe that they will be shot and return to work or die….most are terrified that they could be stuck in a body that will not respond. It was hard for Mike to even cry.

    Sorry so long, thank you for sharing. Sister of Deputy Mike Seversen EOW 4/14/2014


    1. Thanks for sharing. God has a purpose for everything and I’m glad you recognized the blessing in your tough situation.💙💙


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