"Oh Lord, these babies are so sick , so many drugs , so much alcohol in their little bodies. How could they possibly survive?! Their mother's wasted on drugs and alcohol. She CAN NOT take care of them! Who is going to take care of them? Becoming wards of the state would be horrible. Maybe it is just best that you take them on to Heaven to be with you, Jesus, and end their suffering. I honestly don't know how they can survive..."
7 years ago I prayed a prayer similar to this while 2 little girls clung to life, but what kind of life could they possibly have?!
Their mother, my cousin, went into labor after being beaten severely, mostly in the back and stomach, by her female partner. Was this an attempt to miscarry the babies, get rid of a mistake? My cousin was extremely intoxicated and high on METH.
Ryleigh and Taylor were born 2 months pre-mature. Just a pound and some ounces each, they had a blood alcohol level that would put an adult on the floor and several drugs in their system, many of which were not even identifiable by the doctors.
At the time I sincerely could not see ANYTHING good coming out of this and hoped sadly and shockingly not in the girls' survival but for God's Mercy, for Him to spare them and bring them to Him.
We can only see the part of the story we are living in at the moment. But that's not always so clear. We don't see all the things leading up to that moment and of course have no idea about what is after the present. So, we deal with circumstances the best way we know how. And sometimes we pray prayers that if we knew more we wouldn't pray. But God in His Mercy answers those prayers with a "No. There is something better coming but I can't show you right now. You wouldn't understand but you will. It's a SURPRISE! Trust me. I have this."
And I THANK GOD for telling me NO. Today, Ryleigh and Taylor are alive and not just barely surviving but thriving!
They reached a Milestone today, December 17, 2011, their 7th Birthday. I didn't know this until my aunt, their grandmother, but Real Mom, told me at their birthday party that the doctors always told her if they could make it to 7 that would be a miracle.
But we know better. The miracle began long before Year 7. Ask the woman, their grandmother/mom, who was at their side from the beginning praying, singing, reading scripture over their sick, little bodies. God gave her the strength to weather those rough days and the many that came later.
Where did the miracle occur? All along the way as God took a twisted, sad mess and re-worked it into beauty.
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