It is hard to believe that we have been home for three weeks now and looking back at a chapter of our lives called NICU; I am filled with a flood of emotions.  For starters, I have a much deeper respect for parents, I now know first-hand what sleep deprivation is, and I have felt a new kind of love only a parent can understand.  Recently, God has been bombarding me with this thought: when we hear something is based on a true story, it has greater significance and it hits deeper than stories based on fiction.  The correlation I believe He wanted me to understand is that we all have a personal testimony that is based on a true story: His and ours.

Currently, our life feels like some bad dream that won’t end because we just got back for the pediatric ER where we found out Sydney now has viral pneumonia.  Although, we are thankful it was not RSV or something worse, we were still very discouraged.  As we were sitting in the room waiting for the test results, I was already playing out bad-news scenarios when I finally caught myself and remembered that the same God who was with us during our time in the NICU was with us now and all the fear and anxiety I was being burdened with were wasted emotions.  God was already at work and even though this chapter of our life seems to be turning into a book; it is one based on a true story of God’s goodness and mercy.  He has supplied for all of our needs and I know even in this latest development, He is at work.  No matter what we are walking through, He is waiting to lead us out and even in our darkest hour and deepest heartache, He can make a way where there seems to be no way.  God knows the heart of a parent; His heart breaks when ours do and I have to believe that He would not allow any of this to happen without a divine purpose.  Even though I cannot always see Him at work, I know He is accomplishing more than I can fathom.  All I can do is trust in Him and tell my true story…