Recovering Beautifully

She's waking up. She's making some eye contact. She's cooing. She's showing us her dimples and seems like she wants to smile. She's resting in our arms without constant involuntary movements. She's drinking from a bottle. She's trying to follow a toy with her eyes.

Ava is waking up.

It could be the changes we've made in her medications.

Or it could be that God is healing her brain.

Nothing, you see, is impossible with God.

A Change

After a long travel day on Saturday, I got the girls wound down and tucked in bed and drove up to see Matt and hold Ava into the New year. She took my breath away. She was so beautiful, and so painfully still and unresponsive. I wondered in my heart if by going to California I had lost the chance to ever see those blue eyes full of life again. I held her and prayed she could feel my love for her.



On Sunday I arrived while she slept on. I struggled with despair. It was one thing to pray for her from afar, but to hold her close and see the reality and horribleness of her situation filled my heart with such an ache. I cuddled her close and talked to her, willing myself to treat her like a healthy baby who could sense her mama was close. I turned on my favorite playlist of worship music and let it lift me from my discouragement.

Then she opened her eyes.

And coo'ed!

I held my breath. And she yawned.

Her tired eyes flitted around the room and she even seemed to look at me a few times. We sat like that for two hours. The shutter clicking, relief and gratitude filling my soul.

God is not finished yet! We're still in the fight!