But tonight I just don't care. What a freeing feeling for me to let that go. I have a child. She is in the NICU. She has more tubes running into her than fingers and toes. She gets stressed out when she is touched and she won't eat. She may be severely handicapped or God may choose to heal her. But guess what? Less than 1%of all babies are born this young and only 50% of them even survive. My baby made it through one more day. And I choose the praise the Lord for that. Every child - no matter what is going on with them - that God gives us to love is a gift from Him and we really miss out if we let our focus drift away from that fact. We are called to love, not fix. Thank goodness cause I can't do the later.
Emily Grace is already loved and cherished by more people than if she were born full term and in perfect health, and we, her parents, haven't even held her yet. Whatever God is doing through this child and wherever it leads, we are here to follow Him through it. I choose to trust God, even if He takes us where I think I would rather not go. I am a child with my hand in my Father's. I look around me and see danger but I remember that hand...I feel its warmth and trust it will pull me gently to safety. "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future."
One for the road...
