"A man's heart plans his way but the Lord directs his steps." Proverbs 16:9


Wednesday, March 10, 2010

It is so wonderful to be at home again. A little damage control to be had...a few little issues with attitudes, but I feel very different in my home.
I feel so privileged to have these children. A little part of me questions God and what He was possibly thinking when He entrusted us with them.
Each one is so very precious and my eyes have been opened to the fact that we hold their lives in our hands. It is a great and awesome responsibility. Not that I did not know this already, but it is completely different to just "know" than to have been given "wisdom." That is one thing I have been blessed with in this trial. It causes you to get a glimpse of the bigger picture.
It helps us not only revel in the treasure we've been given, but to take a step back and awe at the wonder of it all.
Being in that hospital, I saw tiny babies fighting to survive. I saw parents grieving and some that sadly didn't care. But in it all, most importantly, I saw a God that cares and loves beyond anything I could imagine. One that could weave circumstances together in order to show Himself to all.
In my room one day, I noticed the nurses begin to scramble and holler in the room next to us. Yet another little baby fighting...VERY young parents distraught asking to see a priest.
This is when God gave me wisdom...it's not always about me. Life is a gift to us all and He is the conductor of it's orchestra.
I felt the need to just begin praying for these strangers in the room next to us...I posted it on facebook so that others could join me in praying...I was able to let the grandparents know that we had prayers flooding that room.
The little guy was airlifted to Portland Children's Hospital and I thought that was the end of it...
Nope, just a couple days before we were discharged, I saw the young couple in the hallway! I asked them about their baby, and they informed me that he was a miracle, and he shouldn't be alive! They said thankyou for praying and for asking others to pray.
The only way I knew to respond was to tell them that God loved them. To God be the glory...it wasn't my idea to pray, it was God's love for them that prompted me!!
Children are a gift!
The only sad thing was that it took me being confined to a hospital room to hear the Lord. He gives us opportunities to reach out all the time, but are we listening?
Jeremiah 1:5
"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart."
On a lighter note ;) I feel so blessed...I came home to a clean home thanks to my sis and some wonderful friends that came to deep clean. They even took our laundry home with them and brought it back clean and folded. We have been receiving the most delicious food...I don't think I'm going to have to cook for a year!!
Canaan has his first dr's appt. tomorrow so I'll be able to give you all an update soon!



Delighted you are home, delighted to call you friend and sister, delighted your family has a strong Godly mama. Miss you more each day.

Too Many Kids In The Bathtub said...

Oh Rossie! So happy that you are home and that your needs are being met! What a blessing to know the wonderful lessons you have learned from this experience! Even though you may not have chosen this for yourself, you will live a richer life knowing that you truly value the blessing of your children!

Cheryl said...

How wonderful, Rossie! There is NOTHING like coming home, is there?! and to a clean and ordered home after being away for so long. Enjoy those little ones!