I was putting Anne down for a nap the other day, and she asked, “Mama, will you please tell me a story?” Who can resist that?
Once upon a time there was a little girl who was very special in the eyes of God. “Is that me mommy?” Yes, Anne, it’s you. And that little girl could twirl and sing. She used to love singing songs to Jesus. “Was that me mommy?” Yes, Anne. That was you.
But one day, that little girl was in a horrible accident and had to go to the hospital. She almost died, but God sent angels to protect her, and He saved her from dying. She was asleep a long time, but when she woke up, she couldn’t move or speak. She couldn’t even move her eyes. “I couldn’t move anything, mommy.”
But slowly, God began to heal her. First, she started to speak, and then she could move her eyes, and then her arm and then her legs, and God is still helping her to get better… because He has good plans for her; plans to give her a – “future and a hope. He is going to give me a future and a hope. And he is helping me to get better and better – even today.”
That’s right, Anne. You are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which He has prepared in advance for you to do.
…I love you Anne. “I love you poo-poo, Mommy.” Night-Night, silly girl. “Night-Night.”
There is so much to love about our new Anne!!
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And how wonderful your heart, Dearest Mommy, as broken as it often is, that you can and are welcoming your “new Anne”, even while grieving and missing your old one.
Not only that, you continually choose to be transparent and LIVE your journey right in front of us….thus being an instrament of healing to far more folks than you could ever fathom.
I LOVE that you are “bringing Anne up anew” WITH the story of her miraculous rebirth. What a neat way to make room for feelings and keep dialog running….and to be reminded of how far you all have come.
Don’t forget to tell her about the “emergency prayer meeting” that was called, and without the usual prior notification, by night’s end, 80 people had come to pray.
And I can picture you asking: And why do you think they came, sweet Anne? “Why, because they love me”. You got it sweetie.
We prayed for each of your family members by name, and for your host of Doctors and medical team and all the folks involved in your care…..and we went home and prayed some more. And we are praying still.
Why? because we love you. We love your entire family. We love Jesus, and we know He can do/is doing/will continue to do amazing things in your life.
And then what happens? We rejoice and Praise God….and pray some more.
Yup, you are thoroughly loved thru and thru, grin!
love love love!!!!