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Five years ago, on November 18, my baby girl was born, healthy and hungry! And she was healthy for the first 40 hours of her life. And then our world came crashing down when the nurse came in around midnight and started using words like "NICU"..."Cardiac Surgeon"..."A Series of Heart Surgeries"...and "Very Sick Little Girl".
Those words pierced the stillness of our hospital room - the same room where only a few short hours ago had been filled with tears of joy and laughter. Now this room was full of weeping and sorrow.
We hit our knees and started praying. We called some friends who we knew would join us in prayer. And there was an overwhelming sense of peace that surrounded us, almost immediately.
We walked in dazed confusion to the NICU to find our sweet girl plugged in to all sorts of machines that were monitoring her and helping her breathe. She looked even smaller, and with all of the tubes hooked on to her, she looked sick.
We saw her twice during that night, to hold her, feed her, comfort her, and pray over her. We never thought to take any pictures. Why would we ever want to remember such an awful image...one that would be etched into my mind and onto my heart forever.
But, for whatever reason - and I firmly believe there is a reason - our weeping lasted only one night.
After monitoring her for the remainder of that night, she was brought back into our room - healthy again. Or as the nurse described, "too perfect" to be sick.
I vowed in that moment to never, ever forget what God had done! We praised Him in JOY! We continue to praise Him and thank Him for healing our precious girl!
Yes, there was much weeping throughout the night, but then the rejoicing came in the morning - and continues 5 years later.
I still can't share this story without breaking down, overwhelmed by what God did. Throughout that night, the song He Is, by Mark Schultz, repeated over and over in my mind and became the prayer of my heart. "You are. You were. You always will be."
I know not everyone has received the healing or the miracles when they prayed for them. This is part of my journey and testimony, and part of Catherine's journey and testimony. And more than anything, we refuse to forget to thank God for what He has done.
...weeping may remain for a night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning...
O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever.
Psalm 30:5 & 12
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