Hands and house

Hands and house

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

The Blanket

      Early this morning Georgia and I cuddled in our big living room chair. I watched as her beautiful eyes drooped and her breathing slowed and she slept like a baby in my arms, all swaddled up in the soft pinkness of her blankies. We stayed that way for almost an hour, me watching her sleep a million different emotions floating over me. Oh how precious she is to me, I would do anything for her...and yet the one thing I cannot do is peek inside of her heart to know how to heal what is going on.
   There was something so healing just in cuddling together mother and child, I found myself thinking back to those two years before I knew her, before the image of her dark eyelashes curl in sleep were etched on my very heart. Oh, I wish I could have been there, could have been the one holding her gazing down at her tiny baby lips and fingers...and I find myself so very thankful that she was held  that she did have that first two months with her birthparents... and how I wish that they could see her now, wrapped up all in pinkness.
   Then, I noticed the blanket itself, sweet pink Hello Kitty, chosen by me but not by me. Chosen through an program that sends care packages to children in China waiting for their parents. I chose what went into the package (clothes, stuffed animal, blankie) but yet another woman stood in the store picking out which blankie, folded it into a box and mailed it off. Oh the stories that one blankie can tell.

   It was there when Georgia was told she had a Mama and a Daddy, was the first soft companion in her cold, hard crib. It travelled with her on the long ride from the orphanage to the crazy half torn down building where we finally met, tucked in with her as I lay her in the luxury of fluffy down hotel comforters that first night in China...that Hello Kitty blankie rode on so many airplanes wrapping around her like my prayers begging God to help her survive the trip.

 It was there in the sterile white and steel of the hospital bed, lay under her after her surgery and has been with her every night since. Thank blankie has been there longer than I have...

I never dreamed that I, as a grown up could be so attached to a blankie...but it is one of my most treasured possesions.

And I am struck by the fact that we all have access to security far beyond a blankie that will never fail or leave us.

because God has said,

“Never will I leave you;

never will I forsake you.”
Hebrews 13:5

**** Please keep praying for our Georgia, I will write an update later. She is having some "stuff" happening and we have been able to capture some of it. Today is the first chance the doctors will have to look at the readings. W eare praying hard that there will be concrete answers to what is going on.****


Cedar said...

Will definitely be praying. Thanks for sharing.

Renee said...

Keeping her in prayer, Shannon...

Miller Moments said...

Shannon, please let me know if you hear from the doctors today. You've all been in our prayers daily.

Love the blanket!

Sharon Ankerich said...

A precious post and I am still praying sweet friend!!!

Laine said...

Sweet Georgia, I am saying a prayer for you tonight...
My little Kevin has a well worn blanket as well and it has a story to tell for sure.
I am sure glad I stopped in tonight so I can catch up and be praying...

Lauren said...

Praying for Georgia!
P.S. How can I become one of those people who goes to the store and buys blankies to mail to babies in China?


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