Miracles

Today I’m going to take a more serious tone.  I can’t seem to stop thinking about how God works in our lives, even when we don’t see it.  Some people might call things happening at the right time “coincidences”, but I know that it is a higher power at work.   The Lord is putting all the pieces together in just the right way, and at the right timing. 

Why am I taking such a deep topic today?  I just got off the phone with the Cleveland Clinic where they want to do a fresh muscle biopsy on Luke.  I learned that Johns Hopkins wanted us to do this in November and have been hoping/praying that things would come together.  When you know your child needs something done, and you know it will help him in the long run, it is very hard to sit still and wait.  I’m a “doer”.  When I know something needs to be done, I like to just jump in and do it. 

When we first went to Johns Hopkins I was my own coordinator.  I talked to JH and Luke’s pediatrician.  I talked to Insurance.  I coordinated it all and lined everything up.  But, these last weeks have been some of the hardest because I’ve been waiting and waiting.  Finally, a few days ago I got a copy of a letter sent by insurance to Cleveland that preapproved this genetic testing.  Then, this morning I finally heard from Cleveland and we are currently working on coordinating schedules to get in.

I just feel like God has worked another miracle.  I know some people see miracles as something BIG, like a blind man finally seeing or a lame person walking.  But, I’ve learned as a “special” mom that miracles come in all shapes and sizes. 

When Luke was 16 months old and finally started crawling and saying “dada”….it was a miracle.  When Luke was 2 ½ years old and finally pulled himself up consistently…it was a miracle.  When Luke started individually moving fingers across” touch and feel” books about a year ago….it was a miracle.  Even two weeks ago I heard Luke start using “b”s for the first time in his 3 years…another miracle.

You get my point I hope.  I think all “special” moms feel the same way.  When our kids finally are able to do something simple…like take off their own socks or use a spoon to eat…we rejoice.  What would take most kids a couple weeks to master takes our kids months or sometimes years.  It’s a whole different thought process.  One I never understood till I was in the midst of it myself.

So today instead of sharing a “laugh” I’m sharing my “joy”.  Praise the Lord for our little miracles!!