Hope for Baby Bennett: Good things come to those who wait

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Good things come to those who wait

Today, Bodie went back to preschool, for the first time since before his pre-Fontan cath. For the first time since May, actually.

It is hard to put into words what this picture represents; the sheer volume of prayers, hopes and dreams, the sleepless nights, the time spent on bended knee praying for this little boy, the days spent in hospital rooms, the countless hours spent researching doctors and procedures.

And now, for the first time in his life, Bodie is back at school without open-heart surgery on the horizon. And in a wonderful twist of God watching out for our son, his teacher is Teacher Sasha, who was Sierra's teacher at her preschool 5 years ago. Love it when God throws little things in like that. Couldn't possibly have felt better to be leaving Bodie with a familiar face.

Thank you for the love and prayers that have brought us to this point.

5 comments:

AnonymousOctober 22, 2013 at 4:42 PM
LUCKY TEACHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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ciciOctober 22, 2013 at 5:21 PM
So happy for Bodie and his proud family.
xo
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AnonymousOctober 23, 2013 at 1:38 PM
Such wonderful news to know the prayers are working. Go Bodie!
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UnknownOctober 24, 2013 at 10:46 AM
Such a great time for celebration! Praying you will have some peace of mind and recovery time...for as long as God permits! xox
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JessicaOctober 26, 2013 at 7:25 AM
what a precious and beautiful moment. Seriously, praises to God for this beautiful little boy and the battle and testimony that is his little life. :)
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The Chosen Mothers by Erma Bombeck

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. Did you ever wonder how mothers of children with life threatening illnesses are chosen?

Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting His instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint Cecilia. Rutledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint Gerard."

Finally, He passes a name to an angel and says, "Give her a child with cancer." The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy." "Exactly" smiles God, "Could I give a child with cancer a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But, does she have patience?" asks the angel. "I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she will handle it." "I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has it's own world. She has to make it live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she believes in you." No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps -"Selfishness? is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take anything her child does for granted. She will never consider a single step ordinary. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them." She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side." "And what about her patron Saint?" asks the angel. His pen poised in mid-air. God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."