A Miracle in Progress
Tonight I'd like to take you on a little adventure, one that I've given you bits and pieces of for the past 3 or 4 months. I'd like to tell you a tale of a little five-year-old girl of high intelligence, who was more than ready to enter Kindergarten in August when Encephalitis tried to take her from us all in the middle of June. When most of the children in my preschool were enjoying vacations and activities at the school, our little Destiny was fighting for her life. Thank God, Encephalitis did not win, and two weeks after the infection, along with medication, pushed her into a coma, our Destiny returned to us...
...but not as herself. The vacant eyes I saw when I first came to do music therapy with her still haunt me, but it was that night I also saw the glimmerings of hope, when she pointed to her wrist in the appropriate place during our "Time to Go" song we had done every time we had music at school.
Still, the MRI showed brain damage from the pressure of fluid on Destiny's brain. And this is where the traces of the hand of God are totally unmistakable. In July, when she was admitted to the Rehab hospital, no one knew how long this recovery would take and how much would return. Not long after her admittance, we all knew Destiny remembered everything; most of the ones who knew Destiny well knew she remembered things long before the Rehab professionals even did.
Two months after admittance, we were seeing slow but certain progress. And the hand of God was seen again: Destiny was sitting up, she is now beginning to stand; the wheelchair she was fitted for is now not appropriate because she no longer needs back supports.
I believe with all my heart this kid is going to walk again, on her own. And although the words haven't come yet, I believe they will also.
And don't misunderstand me; I don't doubt that the birth of new neurons and all the other medical science isn't there to explain these said "miracles." The miracle is in the fact that, when given a six to eight month possible recovery period, this child is making major gains in only TWO MONTHS of rehab. The miracle is in the fact that when this recovery might not have been possible at all, it has happened regardless. I'd love to see the initial MRI showing brain damage and what a more recent MRI would look like. This sort of stuff just screams that God is real, and working in lives even today.
Destiny's mom would tell you precisely that. One of her two babies was nearly taken from her, and is fighting back. She will tell you she was not brought up in church. And she will tell you how very certain she is that this has all happened for a reason, and that God has definitely gotten her attention.
This stuff just doesn't happen by chance. This kid didn't get her independent spirit just to drive us all crazy when she didn't want to listen to us at school. That spirit has given her the will to fight, and the will to win. And God's hand was in me staying in my job at the preschool, despite how I want to move on. This kid's recovery has touched MY life. My participation in seeing her grow and return to us has been an awesome blessing.
And I hope this tale I'm telling now will some how be a blessing to you as well.
God is real, and God is still working. Sometimes we just have to stop and be silent to see His hand.
...but not as herself. The vacant eyes I saw when I first came to do music therapy with her still haunt me, but it was that night I also saw the glimmerings of hope, when she pointed to her wrist in the appropriate place during our "Time to Go" song we had done every time we had music at school.
Still, the MRI showed brain damage from the pressure of fluid on Destiny's brain. And this is where the traces of the hand of God are totally unmistakable. In July, when she was admitted to the Rehab hospital, no one knew how long this recovery would take and how much would return. Not long after her admittance, we all knew Destiny remembered everything; most of the ones who knew Destiny well knew she remembered things long before the Rehab professionals even did.
Two months after admittance, we were seeing slow but certain progress. And the hand of God was seen again: Destiny was sitting up, she is now beginning to stand; the wheelchair she was fitted for is now not appropriate because she no longer needs back supports.
I believe with all my heart this kid is going to walk again, on her own. And although the words haven't come yet, I believe they will also.
And don't misunderstand me; I don't doubt that the birth of new neurons and all the other medical science isn't there to explain these said "miracles." The miracle is in the fact that, when given a six to eight month possible recovery period, this child is making major gains in only TWO MONTHS of rehab. The miracle is in the fact that when this recovery might not have been possible at all, it has happened regardless. I'd love to see the initial MRI showing brain damage and what a more recent MRI would look like. This sort of stuff just screams that God is real, and working in lives even today.
Destiny's mom would tell you precisely that. One of her two babies was nearly taken from her, and is fighting back. She will tell you she was not brought up in church. And she will tell you how very certain she is that this has all happened for a reason, and that God has definitely gotten her attention.
This stuff just doesn't happen by chance. This kid didn't get her independent spirit just to drive us all crazy when she didn't want to listen to us at school. That spirit has given her the will to fight, and the will to win. And God's hand was in me staying in my job at the preschool, despite how I want to move on. This kid's recovery has touched MY life. My participation in seeing her grow and return to us has been an awesome blessing.
And I hope this tale I'm telling now will some how be a blessing to you as well.
God is real, and God is still working. Sometimes we just have to stop and be silent to see His hand.
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