In the name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful.
At the end of this story, it gives you two options.
I think you will figure out what option I chose.
Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She
was still groggy from surgery.
Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest
news.
That afternoon of March 10, 1991 , complications had forced Diana, only
24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple's new
daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.
At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew
she was perilously premature.
Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs.
"I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could.
"There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even
then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel
one"
Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the
devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived.
She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and
she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral
palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.
"No! No!" was all Diana could say.
She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day
they would have a daughter to become a family of four.
Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away
But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana.
Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', the
lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even
cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their
love.
All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the
tangle of tubes and wires,
was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.
There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger.
But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an
ounce of strength there.
At last, when Dana turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in
their arms for the very first time.
And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that
her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next
to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.
Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering
gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life.
She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply,
she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy ending is far
from the end of her story.
One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving , Texas
, Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park
where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing.
As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other adults
sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent. Hugging her arms across her
chest, little Dana asked, "Do you smell that?"
Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied,
"Yes, it smells like rain."
Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?"
Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet. It smells
like rain."
Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with
her small hands and loudly announced,
"No, it smells like Him.
It smells like God when he hold you."
Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other
children.
Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the
members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts,
all along.
During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life, when her
nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana and it is
His loving
scent that she remembers so well.
You now have 1 of 2 choices. You can either pass this on and let other people
catch the chills like you did or you can delete this and act like it didn't
touch your heart like it did mine.
IT'S YOUR CALL!
"I can do all things in Him who strengthens me."
This morning when wake for morning prayer, i will make a petition "O
God please, take care of the person who is reading this message, their family
and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much" The love
of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginning, but not its end.
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