Healing is in Your hands...

One year ago (almost exactly to the day) I sat listening to a song I had never heard before, tears streaming down my face, my heart torn between despair and hope of what 2010 held. The song by Christy Nockels hit me so deep to my core as I sat surrounded by 20,000+ college students at Passion 2010 because I felt like it was written for just one person in the arena - for me. And I felt as if she was singing only to me. Little did I know the significance these words and this promise would have in 2010. Mental picture #1...

One month ago (almost exactly to the hour) we welcomed a wonderful miracle into our family - just as the same song was being sung softly from my iTunes in the background mixed with the sweet cries of our baby girl. Mental picture #2...

A few days later, we buckled her in the back of our car and drove (slowly) through Newark toward our home. As we pulled into our driveway, with pink balloons and an "It's a Girl" sign in sight, the same song once again began filling the car - a wonderful reminder that healing was in fact in OUR hands. Thanks mostly to hormones and lack of sleep - and the overwhelming feeling of blessing, I began to cry. And I cried hard. Mental picture #3...

As I walked into our home that day, now with those lyrics passing continually through my mind, I felt weak with emotion but strong with hope and joyfulness of what was taking place. All the mental pictures I had for years before - seeing a positive pregnancy test, listening to a swooshing heartbeat, hearing those first sweet cries and laying eyes on my OWN newly born child, holding her in my arms for the very first time, and taking her home - they were all coming true.

I walked Maelynn Grace through our house that day, with my tears dripping down onto her sweet cheeks.

Healing.