Sorry I haven’t been keeping up with this blog as much as usual. The past several months have been a roller coaster in my life, and now that things are settling, I’m hoping to establish some more consistency here. Thanks to everyone for your continued support of the site!
Awhile back, we were sitting at the dinner table and my 2-year-old daughter was talking about her day, everything she did, and what she planned to do after dinner. She said “After dinner, I’m going to take a bath and go to sleep…” She followed that by exclaiming “Then we are getting a new day!”. She was literally bursting with joy at the thought of a new day to come.
This both touched my heart (out of pure sweetness) and convicted me at the same time. To be honest, I don’t feel the same way about getting a new day. When I think about tomorrow, I think about everything I have to do- the alarm clock (aka my child) that will wake me too early, the errands I will exhaust myself running, the spills I will be cleaning, the temper tantrums I will attempt to calm… And that makes me feel tired already.
Where is that joy that she has? The excitement of what a new day could hold? The genuine “joy that comes in the morning” (Psalm 30:5). I prayed, Lord I want to see each new day as a blessing…because, as I now know all too well, days in this life are not guaranteed…
On May 6, 2015, I had no idea what the next day would hold for me. For that next day, my son would be born 6 weeks prematurely. The moment he was born, he was crying and full of color as they laid him on my chest. Moments later, they had taken him to a table beside me. The crying had stopped. The color had faded. The hospital room that only had me, my husband, a doc, and a nurse in it, was suddenly full of rapid responders. My newborn son had stopped breathing. There was nothing but silence in the room and the rhythmic counting of the medical staff as they desperately tried to do chest compressions on my son. I will never forget the look on my husband’s face as he looked at our son just lying there colorless. All I could do is say in my head “Please Jesus, Please.”
After the longest 3 minutes I’ve ever experienced, he breathed again- it was literally a miracle right before my very eyes! They were able to put him on a ventilator and stabilize him enough to be transferred to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, where we would spend the next 5 weeks progressing through some lung and heart treatments and getting him strong enough to thrive on his own.
Nearly 4 months later, I look at my son, who now is in every way (other than being tiny for his age) a completely normal baby, and I am reminded of how precious life truly is. Life is not guaranteed. It is a blessing. Even though days may be tiring, and moments may be stressful, each new day is something to be JOYFUL about. Jesus is always faithful. No matter what you are facing, be encouraged that the Lord loves you and He is blessing you with the opportunity to live another day. Through Him, we find true joy in the morning. His faithfulness is new each day! (Psalm 30:5; Lamentations 3:22-23).