Welcome to Day 4 of the Thankful Hearts giveaway! Just as a reminder – You can keep up with all the posts in the giveaway series by clicking on the Thankful Hearts giveaway graphic in the sidebar. More chances to win each day!
Today, I am excited to share Sarah Monzon’s post about being thankful for the little things and the big things… including one BIG little miracle 🙂
There are many little things in life to be thankful for. The flash of lightning bugs in the dusk of summer, a rainbow in the sudsy bubbles of a sink full of dishes, a child’s giggle when you kiss their tummy. Then there are the big things. The life and death moments. The times when you’re on the brink, all control ripped from your hands, and you’re just waiting to see what God will do.
I’ve had one of those moments, and any time someone asks me what is one thing in life I am thankful for, my mind immediately remembers that time, that person—my son, his birth.
Thirty-six hours of natural labor…
Did you catch that? THIRTY-SIX HOURS (yes, I realize I all capped that…but seriously…I felt like I deserved a medal) of natural labor and my son came into the world. Noiseless. Colorless. Breathless. The cord had been wrapped around his neck, and the stress of labor had been too much for him (later we found out he had also swallowed his meconium (fancy word for first yucky sticky poo) and had an air pocket outside of his lungs).
I’m laying in the hospital bed, the doctor trying to stop a hemorrhage while a bevy of nurses attempt to resuscitate my baby. You’d think I’d be an emotional wreck right about then, right? As I look back, I’m not sure why I wasn’t. The only thing I can say is the peace of God washed over me. I didn’t know if my son was going to be okay or not, but I knew he was in the hands of the One who had fashioned him. Thankfully the nurses did get him breathing again, and they took him away and weighed him and did all the things they do to newborns. Well, and one extra. They called the ambulance to take him to a nearby children’s hospital. I was allowed to hold him all of ten minutes before he was bundled off and I was required to stay behind. That is some kind of cruel torture, let me tell you; separating a mama from her newborn baby.
I received a phone call in the middle of the night from the doctor at the NICU where they had taken my son saying he was extremely sick and had shown signs of seizing during transport and was on 100% oxygen. They were very concerned and weren’t sure he was going to make it.
I’m going to insert here that I know social media gets a bad rap, but let me say that I had never felt more prayed for and supported in all my life. I had posted asking for prayers and the response was overwhelming. Strangers I didn’t even know were sharing and praying and encouraging us.
And God heard all those prayers.
I was released early the next morning and headed straight to the children’s hospital. As we walked in the NICU, the doctor was reviewing my son’s chart and he kind of had that befuddled look on his face. You know the one, with the eyebrows drawn down like he was trying to figure out a puzzle. He said it was like he was looking at a completely different baby from the one he’d examined the night before. And it only got better from there. Five days later we were able to take our son, Elijah, home.
He’s five years old now. Bright as a whip, and I’m not just saying that because I’m his mom. He can count well past 100 and can skip count by 2s, 5s, and 10s!
Every time I hold him I know I am holding a miracle and I am ever so thankful. To everyone who prayed with us for him, yes, but most especially to my God. Every good gift comes from Him and my Elijah is one of the best gifts of all.
One of the books included in the Thankful Hearts giveaway is Sarah’s debut novel, The Isaac Project (Plus… if you sign up for her newsletter, you get a free copy of her new novella 12 Days of Snowmen!)
Becky Sawyer’s life unravels in a single day. Not only does she catch her boyfriend, the man she hoped to marry, lip-locked with another woman, she also receives the gut-wrenching news that her grandfather, the man who raised her, is dying. His last wish? To see her happily married. Heartbroken, Becky seeks inspiration in the pages of the Holy Scriptures. And finds it in the story of Isaac and Rebekah.
If love couldn’t keep his parents together, Luke Masterson wonders what will make a marriage last. He decides to steer clear of all women—especially crazy ones like Becky Sawyer, who employs a friend to find her a husband. But when he feels the dogged promptings of the Holy Spirit to move across the country and marry a complete stranger, it seems love has little to do with it anyway.
With commitment their only foundation, and love constantly thwarted, can an arranged marriage find happiness in the twenty-first century?
Sarah Monzon is a Navy chaplain’s wife and a stay at home mom to the two cutest littles in the world. Playing pretend all day with them isn’t enough, she spends the evenings after their heads hit the pillow to create her own imaginary characters. When she isn’t in the world of make believe, she can be found in a small desert town in central Washington taking care of her family, fostering friendships, and enjoying all the adventures each day brings.
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