November 30, 2007 was the worst day of my life. To hear that things are not well with your baby is an understatement. To listen to a doctor tell you that organs are where they shouldn't be makes you want to turn back time and figure out what went wrong. I remember thinking, "No, no this isn't happening. This isn't the way it's supposed to be." I felt so devastated, but yet there was still a part of me that knew God was still in control and He had a plan. It might be different than the plan that I thought I needed and wanted, but it was still His plan. I have never prayed for something so much in my life. Matt and I prayed throughout the process that God would be glorified and there would be no doubt that He was the one who healed and saved this baby.
I am thankful that He answered our prayers in ways we never could have expected. I am thankful and humbled by God's grace, mercy, power, and love. I am thankful that I have experienced God's hand divinely placed on Matt, Beckett, and me. I am thankful that God gave me Beckett to take care of, love on, and raise him to be a man seeking after God's heart. I am thankful that everyday I get to hold, hug, and kiss Beckett. I am thankful that I get to see Beckett breath, laugh, smile, and I am thankful to the wonderful Maker and Creator who intricately formed and made him so perfect. I am thankful that November 30th is no longer associated with fear, sadness, and despair, but with hope and joy that we have an amazing Savior who performs miracles. I am thankful.