Two years ago came into this present darkness, a babe. Just moments after midnight, he wailed his first breath and our world was forever changed. Not in the way your heart imagines it, though.
His life began nearly 10 months prior as a tiny created being, planted inside his mother’s womb. His fragile life sustained a horrific crash that left doctors in awe. He became a miracle baby, able to survive great odds.
Just days later, he would survive more. The worst of traumas caused his momma to loose 40 pounds in just three weeks. Dehydration, depression, and kidney stones would land the pair in the hospital again, but God had bigger plans for this babe.
The weeks would fade into months. His little body was fashioned by our sovereign God despite a still looming inadequacy in his momma’s nutrition.
At just 26 weeks, bleeding initiated the start of a second hospital stay. This one for a placental tear. Every night the two would lie in that hospital bed and cry themselves to sleep. Circumstances were overwhelming. Darkness had consumed life and it hardly seemed worth living. His heart would race. Hers would scarcely beat. Nurses would sit bedside with attempts to comfort, but find themselves hopelessly inept.
The walls were covered with verses. The Bible always propped on the table. God’s words brought hope even in the sadness. Pastors prayed and visited. Friends sat bedside and held her hand. None could fathom the darkness. Death taunted both mom and baby while destruction crumbled the very walls of their home.
The time would come when it was safe to leave the hospital and await the day that he would arrive in this world. Circumstances continued to loom, but God was always there. A few short weeks later, momma sat in the chair as the doctor reviewed the ultrasounds. The tear was once again bleeding and fluid was beginning to disappear. Bags were packed and the hospital notified. Today he would arrive in the world. Tears were shed over all that was not right: the fear, the brokenness, and the emptiness.
He was born into a darkness too thick to describe.
That night sleep would come for no one. Alone again in that same place of darkness, the tears fell soft on his skin. 6 pounds of perfect frailty hardly seemed possible. Predictions of less than 4 pounds had been made. Yet, God had other plans. She held him close and whispered promises. There was no doubt that God would use this babe to change everything.
Two years have passed and still there are nights like his first. He cries for all that is not right and momma pulls him close. She prays as the fever rages and whispers a prayer of thanks. Life without him would be unimaginable, for his sweet smile lights up the dark world. Momma smiles as she rocks him, holding in her heart the promise that he has great purpose in this darkness.
If you believe, you will see the glory of God. John 11:40
Luke is a miracle baby in so many ways. Share a miracle that God has given you. Let’s proclaim His greatness today!
***Don’t forget to mark your calendar for the big 1/2 birthday bash tomorrow! The party starts at 9am.***
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