Wisdom. There's no biological connection in this picture, but I don't recall a time in my life before I knew her. My "Granny." She is the one that patiently combed out all of the goop that was in my waist-length, thick hair after spinal surgery. She is the one I've sought out when I've needed spiritual guidance throughout the rough places of life. It was her house that I went to the night mom died and it was in her arms that I sobbed like I was a small child. It's her voice that, even today, tells me every time that I talk to her, that I am special to her. She represents so many characteristics to me, but today I am especially thankful for her wisdom. Psalm 37:30 The mouths of the righteous utter wisdom and their tongues speak what is just. #intentionalgratitude #wisdom #granny #love #thanksgiving #givethanks #everygoodandperfectgiftcomesfromabove
The warmth from the August sun absorbed by the concrete blocks of the parking garage of the Allegheny General Hospital was not enough to ward off the chill that David and I felt as we clung together. Clinging like shipwrecked survivors to a dinghy --quite sure we were NOT ready to face the storm of the diagnosis just given to us by the doctor. An ultrasound is usually a happy event, that first peek at the life not yet seen. But not that day. The grim face of the physician spoke volumes, even in his silence. They suggested that we terminate and quickly as "he" was already 23 weeks. We walked away knowing that God, in His sovereignty, could redeem even this, but in my flesh, I was terrified. We had no further ultrasounds. The months passed agonizingly slow, yet somehow they flew by. David named him Zachary because the name meant, "remembered by God." We were extremely protective of this potential diagnosis and with the exception of a few close friends ...
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