So much has happened since my last post. I guess I've disappeared for a bit, too. I guess I "get" Carmelita in that way - sometimes you just veer off course and neglect your duties. That isn't always a bad thing.
These past few weeks have given me the opportunity to see God at work in amazing ways. I have witnessed a miracle! A true miracle! Not the kind like getting a ticket to a sold out concert or having the bank tell you the mistake was theirs. I'm talking there's no way to explain it other than God worked a miracle!
You see, my girlfriend was told at 27 weeks into her pregnancy that her unborn son's brain had stopped developing somewhere around 20 weeks of age. His prognosis was extremely dire - he wasn't expected to live more than a few minutes after birth. A C-section was scheduled for September 29, 2010. The operating room was filled with doctors and specialists and extra staff. At 11:04am, Carson came into the world and let out a lusty cry that wasn't expected! Today, 12 days later, he is at home with his family. While his future is uncertain, the 12 days of life are a pure miracle for a baby whose physical condition indicated he would die within minutes of birth. When I get the privilege of holding him I am in awe of what God has done! Some say "the doctors must have been wrong", but tests after his birth confirm that his brain is not complete - one half is non-existent. Doctors were right, he should not be alive and as well as he is. But God makes miracles happen!
His little life has put so much into perspective for me. I weigh so much against the fact that my friend was expecting to bury her baby by now, yet she has been given unexpected time with him. Who am I then, to complain about the job I have that provides my family with insurance, or about 5 pounds that have seemed to have crept back into my life? Do I really need to be so sad that part of my family lives so far away, when my friend doesn't know if her baby will still be here tomorrow? Little Carson has helped me to treasure all I have been given, to keep things in proper perspective and to cherish every moment of life as a gift. And he is only 12 days old! Whether his life ends up being short or long, I truly believe he has already filled a Godly purpose here on earth. What a miracle.
Have you discovered your purpose? Do you know why you're here?
Years ago I had an opportunity to write my personal mission statement:
- "To encourage and inspire others to seek and know the Truth, and to delight in the Joy of knowing the Lord"
Carmelita would do well to have a mission statement! Maybe then my dishes would always be done and the house would be tidy all the time! :)
I love you.
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