Letter #594: Miracles Happen

Left: February 6th. Right: February 19th. Miracles happen.
Left: February 6th. Right: February 19th. Miracles happen.

Dear miracles,

Two weeks ago today I left Children’s Hospital in Dallas. When I left my nephew Emerson was fully sedated with a ventilator and more wires and tubes than any body should ever experience. He couldn’t move or be held.

Today he’s HOME. More than 15 weeks later, today, for the first time, Emerson woke up at home.

In a span of two weeks, I watched a baby go from lifeless to lively. A family go from separated to reunited. Countless numbers of prayers be answered.

The little guy has a long way to go, but may we not be fooled. You still exist. What’s unfolded before my eyes in the last two weeks is nothing short of miraculous.

Lord, may we not forget how You’ve shown up. It’s so easy to move on to the next event or joy or tragedy in life, but may we, specifically myself, stop, remember and thank You. You are God. You alone are worthy of worship. You are good regardless of circumstance, and while we’re grateful for where Emerson is today and continue to pray for his development I pray we would realize You are still God and still good no matter life’s outcomes.

Thankful you still happen,

Chooser to see God rather than chance through Emerson’s progress

Click through these posts to see Emerson’s full journey…they’re in order: Big Announcement (Jamie’s pregnant!), Emerson’s Debut, Favorable Odds?!?!…See the full story here as I wrote their story and entered them in a contest to win a trip to Disney. The odds were not in our favor!, Emerson’s Lessons, Roller Coaster of Life (my time in Dallas and Emerson at his worst),  Birthday Gifts (my sister got to hold him again on her birthday!).

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I'm Lindsay. I write letters at least one a day to be exact. I love words of affirmation, the OKC Thunder, Oklahoma State, tempos with v-necks, ice water, garage sales, budgeting and Blue Bell. Processing life and quality conversation make me tick. I'm simple yet complex all at the same time. My family and friends mean more to me than the world, but my identity lies in Christ.

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