• Benjamin’s Miracle

    Date: 2016.05.29 | Category: Adoption, Benjamin | Tags:

    We woke early on Sunday morning to leave for the airport.  The first words I heard were from Maisey, who was adopted with Benjamin, “Bring him home mama.  Ok?” We arrived in Boston on Sunday night.  Benjamin had his pre-op appointment bright and early Monday morning.  He was listed as the first case for surgery on Tuesday.   He was extubated Tuesday night.  We spent one day in the PICU.  He could have gone home on Friday, but they wanted to do one more chest x-ray Saturday morning just to be safe.  This surgery was miraculous but not because it went so well or so quickly BUT merely because it happened at all.

    Ben is home

    How completely humbling it is to watch as your child receives a miracle.

    Mir-a-cle (noun) – a highly improbable or extraordinary event, development, or accomplishment that brings very welcome consequences.

    We heard that word more than a few times while in Boston this trip.  “Can you believe this happened?”  “We are trying to figure out why Ben responded so well.”  “Isn’t this amazing!”  “We can’t believe it!”

    It’s been an unbelievable journey with him.  We went from having no hope to hope for a complete repair.  Why?  Why Ben?  Why our family?   We are no more special or more deserving than the next family.  We have a strong faith BUT so do most of the people I have met on this same journey.  Things happen, good and bad, and it makes no sense to me.  I can’t wrap my head around it.  I can’t see the big picture.  

    Have you ever stopped and wondered why you get to live in America?  Why you wake up free?  Why you have a warm house to live in?  Why you can go to any store and buy your groceries?   Why do you have clean, running water?  Why don’t you live in a mud hut?  Why don’t you have to walk miles to find your water?  Why do you have health care?  We are no more deserving than the rest of the world.  Our faith isn’t necessarily stronger.  ALL of us are sinners deserving of nothing so why do some have and some do not?

    During the past few years I have watched four families in our China Heart Adoption group have kiddos that received heart transplants.  The road wasn’t easy.  It was paved with detours and long waits.  It had more than it’s share of heartache and close calls, and yet there were blessings beyond measure as each of these kiddos received a new chance at life. Their lives and their stories will stay with me forever.  (Lily)  (Rachel)  Joshua and (Rini)

    I’ve seen some of the sweetest children you could ever hope to meet, battle alongside their families who have great faith, not make it out of the hospital.  (Timothy) (Eisley) (Daniel H.) (Teresa) (Zoe) (Rosie) (Daniel)

    I’ve seen others who have been hospitalized for months and months and months and have major complications.

    And I’ve seen some fly through it just like Ben.

    Their faces have stayed with me.  Their stories of faith and fight have moved me.

    There are 277 people on our heart group for families adopting from China.  We are all walking this journey of adoption and faith and congenital heart defects.  We all have a story.  All of us.  Some of us are more public with our blogs and Facebook pages, but everyone’s story gets told to those around them, their family, their churches, their friends, etc.  Everyone of these heart babies have a story.  Every one of these children have touched others lives.

    Every year during February a dear heart mama, Jaime, puts together the 28 Days of Hearts Blog where these families share those stories.  These are stories that encourage others.  When we traveled this past February another mama said she knew me and figured out it was through this heart blog.

    We will never know how many people are touched.  We can not know what the ripple effect of their lives is.  Their lives, no matter how long, have great worth and are worth every minute that we fight for them!

    I have a hard time with sayings such as “there but for the grace of God go I” but at the same time I’ve name a daughter, Grace, because I truly feel she was saved by God’s grace.

    Or “God must have plans for him” because whether a child survives or not God had plans for this child.  And I know God does not mean to harm us, but doesn’t a child’s death mean we are harmed?  and yet Jeremiah 29:11 is still one of my favorite verses.   For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

    Or “God heard all our prayers”  because the reality is God hears all prayers.  Sometimes we don’t get the answer we are hoping for, but God hears the prayers.  We have been on both sides of this.  We’ve prayed fervently and had a son die and we’ve prayed fervently and had children receive miraculous recoveries.  So how do we wrap our head around verses like these  “And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son.”  John 14:13

    Believe me there’s not a lot worse in the world than picking out a little white casket for your child or wondering how in the world you are going to afford to bury your son.  We prayed hard for Kyle.  Others prayed hard for Kyle.  I don’t know why our prayers weren’t answered like we wanted.  I don’t know why he had to die.  I don’t have to understand the plan to TRUST the plan or to know for a fact that the plan is good.  “My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the LORD. “And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine.  Isaiah 55:8 NLV

    I understand there is so much I can’t possibly comprehend.  God’s ways are not my ways, but I do know these little lives, whether they live a long life or a short life, matter.  People are moved by these stories whether happy or sad.  They are moved by the struggles and the pain.  Many, many people come together and pray for these hurting families.  Lives are changed.  More children are adopted.  More people realize they too can do this.  Families are supported.   People are encouraged.

    None of us want to go through the bad but the truth is that is where we turn our lives over.  It’s in the messy parts of life where we can’t figure out how to go on that we draw closer to God.  We are no longer too busy to take the time to pray.  Our hope lies in him.  We can’t go on without Him.  These little lives bring us closer to God.  They make our walk stronger.  They make our faith more real.  They take us so far out of our comfort zone that we can barely breathe.  We turn it over, our pain and our worry.  We let God hold it.  We truly understand for the first time what “cast our cares on Him” really means.  We find peace where it shouldn’t be.  We find strength from Him.  We learn to fight for what’s important.  We learn how to let go of the small things.

    And when the unthinkable happens, we find peace in the hope that eternity brings.  We hold tight to the promises that this is not the end.  We look forward with new understanding of what the joy of reaching heaven’s gates means.

    These little lives matter.  They are worth the fight.  Although we can look at Ben’s recovery as a miracle.   The reality is that all their lives are miraculous.   They have survived the unthinkable.  They have lived with oxygen saturations that leave them blue with clubbed fingers and toes and still they are happy.

    fingers

    They still find reasons to smile even when they can not run and play like the other children.  They still love BIG even though their little hearts are broken.  We learn so much from these little lives.  Each and every one of their lives is a miracle.

    We are lucky enough to have four miracle heart babies in our family.  Four times we have stepped out in obedience.  Four times we have been scared beyond belief.  Eight times we have shown up for open heart surgery.  People ask, “Is this a big surgery?”  Just let me say for the record that any time they open your child’s chest, put them on bypass, and mess with their heart, it’s a BIG surgery.  It doesn’t matter if it last 6 hours or 14 hours.  You never know what is going to happen.  Granted some surgeries have much greater success rates, but it is still frightening.  It is still going into the unknown.

    I want you to understand what it is like to live in my house.  I wake up in the morning and stand at the doorway, while my miracles walk towards me.  I know at any moment it could end, as it could for anyone, and I appreciate every breathe they get to take.

    So although I am singing praises from the mountain tops about Benjamin’s miracle, I want you to understand that every life is a miracle.  Everyone of these heart children’s lives were a miracle.  There are many more miracles waiting for their forever families.  If God is talking to you, and you are scared beyond belief, we’ve all been there, please reach out.  Any of us would love to encourage you on your journey too.

    “God didn’t promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, or sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.” – unknown