Hope

Brody has had a pretty good day (a wheeeeeew day on the NICU roller coaster) . This morning they removed the CPAP mask and put him on a nasal cannula. He "told" them by several episodes of apnea that he wasn't ready for the cannula, so the CPAP went back on his cute little face (stressing little). I hate the apnea episodes, 5 seconds is the longest time in the world when your baby is not breathing, but we both made it through the morning. And he was very tired this morning, I think the cannula made him work too hard. Then tonight he was his wiggle worm self. From 8pm to about 10pm he was awake, alert, and active. It made my heart not only happy but lighter after the rough week we have had. So thank you God that small joys exceed great sorrow by leaps and bounds. (Kinda like when the joy of having a child exceeds the pain of having a child)

Therefore, I thought tonight was a great time to share with you a poem I wrote ten years ago when I needed an extra measure of hope. Without Christ, without faith, hope is useless and tonight we sleep with hope-filled images of Brody in our hearts.

Psalm 33:22 "Let your unfailing love surround us, Lord, for our hope is in you alone."

Hope

I see the light shinning in the window
It is a bright beam of hope
Hope for today, hope for tomorrow
Hope to forget all of my sorrow

The new day is bright
Tomorrow is brighter
My heart was heavy
Today it feels lighter

The sun is warm on my face
I feel alive again
Today I take small steps
Tomorrow I win the race

Deedee
January 1997