My husband posted this on his Facebook page the other day and I thought I would share it here because let's face it.... you always hear from me and most heart blogging is done from the Mother's prespective, but our husbands are Heart Dads too. He is an excellent writer as you will see and I hope that we hear from him here again soon :)
I never do this, but here is a muse..............
A friend posted on Facebook that a new album "dropped" today. The word "dropped" makes my mind race. Racing this way....Something else that "dropped" today, Gracies SATs – they should be high 90’s, she and we can bear 80’s, but today they moved into the 70’s. It is a strange world when you live and see life as numbers.
But, let’s face it, my daughter’s life is based in her O2 SAT. So is mine I suppose, and so is yours. But really let’s face it; no one is checking our O2 SATs. And, by the time they are checking how hard we are breathing we will more than likely have lived a long and healthy life. Anna is 2. More specifically, she is 33 months old. A baby...
"Dropped" is a word that drops like a 100 pound weight. Watch out because those kinds of drops can break something. Like toes, or a spirit. I would rather have a broken toe than a broke spirit. From a father’s point of view "dropped" hits you in the gut. Wait….where did my wind go….cannot breath….God help. It reminds me that as much as I want to help my Sweetie Pie, I have not the power or the wisdom to lift the weight of the reality of her heart condition. This is my reality. This is where I live....I have to be honest, the question why does come to mind. But, as soon as the question starts to form, I hear these words "but that the works of God might be displayed in [her]." (John 9:3) attack the word WHY. Why do those words from John 9 not "drop" like a 1000 pound weight? They should, shouldn’t they? That quote is God’s word, God in flesh speaking. Those words should pick me up and carry me away.
Do you ever feel like running away? I can relate…But, I don’t run. It makes my back hurt. Also, where am I going to go? God is God and I cannot escape Him and His providence. He has ordained from on high the road I’m on that is running through this valley. This life I'm living is my flow. You know what I'm talking about BG. It is an inside conversation. And, I would rather be in His pre-ordained valley than to be on the world’s mountain top. Did not someone say, "What does it profit a man to gain the whole world and then lose his soul." Sure, it seems attractive to be living a life that has not a child with a heart defect, but then that would not be the life that God purposed for me. That life would be a lie. A reality I cannot even conceive in my mind....Did I tell you a friend posted today that an album "dropped" today? Did I tell you my baby’s SATs "dropped" today? Did I tell you the word "dropped" makes me feel the weightiness of my life today?
Did I tell you seeing Anna Grace smile and laugh "drops" such joy in my life that I would do it all over again a billion times. Did I tell you her heart function is good today? Did I tell you God is good every day? He has been very careful not to crush my toes."Hear my prayer, O LORD; let my cry come to you!"
daughter’s
life is based in her O2 SAT. So is mine I suppose, and so is yours. But really
let’s face it; no one is checking our O2 SATs. And, by the time they are
checking how hard we are breathing we will more than likely have lived a long
and healthy life. Anna is 2. More specifically, she is 33 months old. A
baby....
“Dropped” is a
word that drops like a 100 pound weight. Watch out because those kinds of drops
can break something. Like toes, or a spirit. I would rather have a broken toe
than a broke spirit. From a father’s point of view “dropped” hits you in the
gut. Wait….where did my wind go….cannot breath….God help. It reminds me that as
much as I want to help my Sweetie Pie, I have not the power or the wisdom to
lift the weight of the reality of her heart condition. This is my reality. This
is where I live....I have to be honest, the question why does come to mind.
But, as soon as the question starts to form, I hear these words “but that the
works of God might be displayed in [her].” (John 9:3) attack the word WHY. Why
do those words from John 9 not “drop” like a 1000 pound weight? They should,
shouldn’t they? That quote is God’s word, God in flesh speaking. Those words
should pick me up and carry me away. Do you ever feel like running away? I can
relate…
But, I don’t run. It makes my back hurt. Also, where am I
going to go? God is God and I cannot escape Him and His providence. He has
ordained from on high the road I’m on that is running through this valley. This
life I'm living is my flow. You know what I'm talking about BG. It is an inside
conversation. And, I would rather be in His pre-ordained valley than to be on
the world’s mountain top. Did not someone say, “What does it profit a man to
gain the whole world and then lose his soul.” Sure, it seems attractive to be
living a life that has not a child with a heart defect, but then that would not
be the life that God purposed for me. That life would be a lie. A reality I
cannot even conceive in my mind....
Did I tell you a friend posted today that an album
“dropped” today? Did I tell you my baby’s SATs “dropped” today? Did I tell you
the word “dropped” makes me feel the weightiness of my life today? Did I tell
you seeing Anna Grace smile and laugh “drops” such joy in my life that I would
do it all over again a billion times. Did I tell you her heart function is good
today? Did I tell you God is good every day? He has been very careful not to
crush my toes.
“Hear my prayer, O LORD; let my cry come to you!”
daughter’s
life is based in her O2 SAT. So is mine I suppose, and so is yours. But really
let’s face it; no one is checking our O2 SATs. And, by the time they are
checking how hard we are breathing we will more than likely have lived a long
and healthy life. Anna is 2. More specifically, she is 33 months
daughter’s
life is based in her O2 SAT. So is mine I suppose, and so is yours. But really
let’s face it; no one is checking our O2 SATs. And, by the time they are
checking how hard we are breathing we will more than likely have lived a long
and healthy life. Anna is 2. More specifically, she is 33 months old. A
baby....
“Dropped” is a
word that drops like a 100 pound weight. Watch out because those kinds of drops
can break something. Like toes, or a spirit. I would rather have a broken toe
than a broke spirit. From a father’s point of view “dropped” hits you in the
gut. Wait….where did my wind go….cannot breath….God help. It reminds me that as
much as I want to help my Sweetie Pie, I have not the power or the wisdom to
lift the weight of the reality of her heart condition. This is my reality. This
is where I live....I have to be honest, the question why does come to mind.
But, as soon as the question starts to form, I hear these words “but that the
works of God might be displayed in [her].” (John 9:3) attack the word WHY. Why
do those words from John 9 not “drop” like a 1000 pound weight? They should,
shouldn’t they? That quote is God’s word, God in flesh speaking. Those words
should pick me up and carry me away. Do you ever feel like running away? I can
relate…
But, I don’t run. It makes my back hurt. Also, where am I
going to go? God is God and I cannot escape Him and His providence. He has
ordained from on high the road I’m on that is running through this valley. This
life I'm living is my flow. You know what I'm talking about BG. It is an inside
conversation. And, I would rather be in His pre-ordained valley than to be on
the world’s mountain top. Did not someone say, “What does it profit a man to
gain the whole world and then lose his soul.” Sure, it seems attractive to be
living a life that has not a child with a heart defect, but then that would not
be the life that God purposed for me. That life would be a lie. A reality I
cannot even conceive in my mind....
Did I tell you a friend posted today that an album
“dropped” today? Did I tell you my baby’s SATs “dropped” today? Did I tell you
the word “dropped” makes me feel the weightiness of my life today? Did I tell
you seeing Anna Grace smile and laugh “drops” such joy in my life that I would
do it all over again a billion times. Did I tell you her heart function is good
today? Did I tell you God is good every day? He has been very careful not to
crush my toes.
“Hear my prayer, O LORD; let my cry come to you!”
“Dropped” is a
word that drops like a 100 pound weight. Watch out because those kinds of drops
can break something. Like toes, or a spirit. I would rather have a broken toe
than a broke spirit. From a father’s point of view “dropped” hits you in the
gut. Wait….where did my wind go….cannot breath….God help. It reminds me that as
much as I want to help my Sweetie Pie, I have not the power or the wisdom to
lift the weight of the reality of her heart condition. This is my reality. This
is where I live....I have to be honest, the question why does come to mind.
But, as soon as the question starts to form, I hear these words “but that the
works of God might be displayed in [her].” (John 9:3) attack the word WHY. Why
do those words from John 9 not “drop” like a 1000 pound weight? They should,
shouldn’t they? That quote is God’s word, God in flesh speaking. Those words
should pick me up and carry me away. Do you ever feel like running away? I can
relateBut, I don’t run. It makes my back hurt. Also, where am I
going to go? God is God and I cannot escape Him and His providence. He has
ordained from on high the road I’m on that is running through this valley. This
life I'm living is my flow. You know what I'm talking about BG. It is an inside
conversation. And, I would rather be in His pre-ordained valley than to be on
the world’s mountain top. Did not someone say, “What does it profit a man to
gain the whole world and then lose his soul.” Sure, it seems attractive to be
living a life that has not a child with a heart defect, but then that would not
be the life that God purposed for me. That life would be a lie. A reality I
cannot even concei
Did I tell you a friend posted today that an album
“dropped” today? Did I tell you my baby’s SATs “dropped” today? Did I tell you
the word “dropped” makes me feel the weightiness of my life today? Did I tell
you seeing Anna Grace smile and laugh “drops” such joy in my life that I would
do it all over again a billion times. Did I tell you her heart function is good
today? Did I tell you God is good every day? He has been very careful not to
crush my toes.
“Hear my prayer, O LORD; let my cry com
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