Box, it is a 'box' or space in your home that you use to remember the things that God has done. It the box you place an item as a reminder so that you can look back, talk about and remember how faithful God is. Memorial Box Monday was started by Linny at A Place Called Simplicity and if you want to read more about the idea Click Here
This story begins last August in a tiny, dark hospital room. We spent the last 10 days travelling to Southern China to get our 2 year old daughter Georgia Mei, this day was actually her second birthday. Georgia had a very serious heart condition and we had been told that we literally would need to "risk her life in order to save it". The 16 hour International flight could have been too much for her heart but she had to get stateside to get the surgery she needed. We landed in Seattle, our every last nerve spent, to a huge group of friends and family, celebrated for a few minutes and headed straight to the hospital. Our little girl dressed in her pink silk Chinese dress and tutu was immediately admitted so they could start stablizing her heart for open heart surgery.
The time in China had been filled with joy and desperation. Oh how my heart soared at holding my girl close, sleeping with her little head next to mine. She was incredibly frail, her legs would buckle if she tried to stand she would have spells where she would turn blue and sometimes lose consciousness. I cherished her first smiles and little giggles and begged and prayed with all my heart, "please turn pink, please, turn pink, please turn pink" as I held her, blue as a blueberry gasping for breath.
Now, we sat cuddled as best we could in a vinyl rocker, me trying to comfort our beyond precious, scared baby girl. Wires coiled out of every part of her jammies and her heart continually set off the monitors...nursing staff rushing in with startling quickness. My little baby girl. For her, everything had changed. Every sight, smell, sound taste...all of it was now so foreign. Her simple world was now filled not only with a whole different culture but with machines and tubes and wires and panic. I held her and prayed, prayed so hard that the Lord would comfort her heart. I grieved that she had to walk this road. There was no way that it was even close to fair. I prayed that God would somehow bring something of comfort for her.
Our room was divided by one of those curtains on a track. Until now our 'roomies' had not made a peep. I heard someone stir and my first thought was panic, what if I could not keep Georgia quiet? It was the middle of the day for her and she was grieving hard. I never could have predicted what came next....
A man began to quietly speak...presumably to his child on the other side of the curtain...and he spoke in Chinese! Georgia immediately calmed and snuggled up on my shoulder...tears of disbelief ran down my face. This father continued to comfort his daughter in the language my daughter had left behind.
Only God could care that deeply...only He could make that happen. As it turned out, this family was from Mainland southern China! They were our roomates for the next 5 days and the father was there round the clock with his 5 year old girl who was recovering from open heart surgery! He translated for us, cared for us, sang to Georgia. He was absolutely, without a doubt what we all needed.
It just makes me smile and the tears come again....only God, and He cares that much at that level for us all!!!!!
"Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows."
"The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing."