Hello, DearHeart.
Today’s Facebook memory flashed up like they do – and apparently, a year ago, my writing was on prayer. Divine intervention brought it full circle to be placed back in my lap today.
God works like that. Supernaturally. In full circles.
Here’s the story this year.
Rush Levi Lewis was born yesterday.
Seven pounds, one ounce.
Twenty inches long.
4:15 pm
His ‘Gigi’, Stephanie, Holly’s mom, is a Nurse Practitioner. She’s pretty handy to have around … she is our resident-“Holly, call your mom”-medical-issue-advisor. She was with Levi and Holly all night and all day through the labor and delivery. She’s smart and she’s tough.
Stephanie, the medical professional, came to the waiting room Wednesday and told us “he’s here and they have taken him to the NICU, his breathing is very labored, he’s having to work so hard, he is really working hard …”
Then, the medical professional turned into the Gigi, and she cried.
If I cry, mehhhh, it may or may not be a thing. I cry lots. But, for her to cry … this was serious. And, we knew it.
I panic-called my mom, then
I composed a SOS text to the village: prayer warriors, family praying peeps, praying sisterhood peeps, close peeps to Levi and Holly:
“Baby is here. Trouble breathing. Took him to NICU immediately. Please pray”.
I hit SEND.
A few seconds later, deep inside, like an extra thud of a heavy heartbeat, I felt them.
Prayer Warriors.
They caught my attention … hushed me … the position of their hearts – as if their collective, praying knees rumbled in folding to the ground.
Minutes later, soul sister, T, called. She was driving. Maybe biking … speaker phone … I heard her sure voice as she skipped any pleasantries and went straight to the throne … “Ang, the God that created his inmost parts has not left him. He is with him in that incubator and within him this very moment. He is threading his tiny cells together so the membranes will mature and hold air so his lungs will operate at full capacity. He is finishing his blood cells to deliver oxygen. It will happen because Jesus’ hand is on Him. He is holding him right now to bring healing into him. He will not leave him, the same God holding you and Dale is holding him. He holds Levi and Holly. He will give him full breaths, that baby is not alone right now …”
Levi walked into the waiting room and exhaled, “they’ve just told us that he is making a really quick turn-around and if he keeps it up at this pace, he will be in the room with us within an hour.”
Within an hour.
Within an hour.
And, he was.
They brought that tiny baby into the room and put him in his mommas’ arms within an hour. Breathing fully.
Y’all, my criers-tears are dripping off my chin as I write this.
You can say that the medical staff defaulted to the side of caution, that it wasn’t really that big of a deal anyway, that he would’ve been fine if they’d just let him be.
But, any excuse made would trivialize the power of my God’s immediate response to the prayers of His children. Papaw and Gram in travail-level prayer … you and me and T and every knee that bows and declares Christ as King of Kings – that brings HIS POWER to every situation. And, one thing I know for certain, my God is not trivial in the immediate grace He delivers.
He delivers miracles every single second. Some take longer for our eyes to see than others, but He is responding immediately to every request.
Today, I’ve asked myself a thousand times, “what did I ever do to be so blessed?”
Grace. All grace.
Ask and know your miracles are being delivered even as you form the words.
Angie
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