Holding my miracle

Lately I've been aware of the people in my life who don't know Abby's story. It's kind of an odd thought process, I know, but my journey with Abby is such a huge part of who I am, that I find myself taking mental note of who knows and who doesn't.

For example, Josiah's teacher this year doesn't know Abby's story. His Kindergarten teacher knew, his first grade teacher knew, and his second grade teacher knew some of it - - but since he switched schools and this teacher is not only new to him, but new to our family, she doesn't know.

And the people we sat by at church today, they don't know. I just met them, and they commented that they remember me sharing my testimony on Mother's Day, 2008. That was the story of my journey through her heart surgery. . . but it's not the whole story.

People at the grocery store who comment on how cute she is, or the mailman, or the teller at the bank who gives her a sticker. . . none of them know that she's a miracle. How can it be that a miracle stands before them, with a darling smile on her face, braids in her hair, and a dance in her step, and they don't know?

And then I wonder, how many miracles are all around us, and we press on with life, with no knowledge of the goodness of God at work around us? In the woman across the street, providing protection while we travel, redeeming broken relationships, and healing wounded souls. How many miracles do we pass each day, and not see? Oh Lord, open our eyes to see your touch on our world.

So today, during worship, as I stood enjoying the presence of God, and holding my beautiful daughter, it struck me. I know. I know the story, and I'm holding my miracle. What a precious gift - that this miracle will be a part of my life forever, a constant reminder of the goodness, grace, and love of our ever-present God. May I not take for granted the gift He has given me in Abby Joy - both the gift of her healthy body, and the gift of the testimony of His healing.