Seven years ago I sat in the waiting room; nerves on edge, stomach in knots, palms sweaty, & feeling helpless.
She was just over 7lbs and 3 months old, having lived 3 months longer than many physicians said. The sunglasses I wore hid the fear in my eyes. My faith carried me as we walked her back to the surgery pre-op beds.
In her eyes was wisdom far beyond her years. Her little heart, broken yet mighty spoke to mines. Her life would be a powerful story of Hope, Faith, & Strength. Her testimony would inspire the hopeless and open the eyes of those trying to find their way to HIM, so she wasn’t going to leave me. She had a number of angels surrounding her and the intercessory prayers of people near and far, she was here for a reason.
When surgery was over and we walked in the ICU I wanted to sprint to her bed. Al…