Small Miracles...

Eddie and I had an experience yesterday that I never thought we would have and I hope we never have to face ourselves. I will never, never, never be able to put into words how I felt and if I tried to it would never come out just right. I have so many thoughts jumbled up in my head right now, I will never do this story justice.

We visited Reed in the NNICU yesterday. He is beautiful. Absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful.

That tiny miracle, a fifth the size of my chunky monkey, has made me stop and consider so many things in the past five weeks. You want to complain about something? Is it worth it? Think our God is not an awesome God? Look at that baby and tell me He's not. Something tells me that Mr. Reed has big things in store for him when he gets bigger.

I marveled at his teeny fingers, his wrinkled up forehead, and his sweet little mouth and I thought about how far he has come. I take so much for granted and complain far more than I should.

At church this morning our preacher's sermon was on the pure of heart. Matthew 5:8 says "Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God." She mentioned that last Sunday, as she watched the Masters on television, she noticed that Phil Mickelson was dressed all in black except for the pink ribbon embroidered on his hat. A tiny symbol meant to be a reminder that there is so much more to life than the silly drama that we add to it ourselves. (She compared the Mickelsons to the Woods at this point, something that I am not going to get into.)

I felt the same way yesterday standing in that hospital surrounded by teeny babies. I have so much to be thankful for. I don't have a perfect life, but I have SO MANY BLESSINGS in my life. My baby is not perfect but he is healthy and at home with me. My husband is not perfect but he loves me and cares for me. My home is not perfect but it is more than plenty and keeps us warm and dry. Why do we complain about the silly little nothings in life???

Reed has certainly challenged me to think before I speak and to count my many, many blessings. I know he has had a similar affect on others who have read his story and taken part in his life. What are you thankful for?