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Hi, it's me, the mom who is pretty worn out after a day shopping for banners, balloons, cards, gift bag, ribbon bows, chips, pop, dentine gum, small batteries, and a special decorated chocolate cake with Happy Birthday written on it, candles and sparklers, a single blue rose arrangement, and streamers.
I have cooked Lasagne and have a fresh loaf of garlic bread ready to heat up...and have placed the cake in the fridge along with the pop. I've hung up the Birthday Banners, strung up the Happy Birthday streamers, blown up the coloured balloons, placed the special Celebrate Balloon in a special sparkly centre-hold. There's a blue rose with leaves and baby's breath in a clear simple vase on the tablecloth.
I've written a simple message on the cards - one of which is taped closed inside of the other for a very good reason. It's a surprise !
It's not a big or grand party we're having here, rather a family celebration of a milestone I really didn't think I would make or my son. He had a leaky Gut Syndrome until a few years ago. he was healed last year of a serious liver condition. This year his astigmatism was healed and he has now better than 20/20 eyesight. He won't be needing glasses at all even to read with. As to inner healing that is an ongoing progress as all which occurs on the outside wounds and scars the spirit and soul. Oh, by the way he was also born dying black with air being sucked out of his stomach - the last and final effort the body makes to survive. I watched calmly after the three days of precarious and interrupted labour. Somehow, I hadn't panicked, likely due to the enormous stress of the labour as well as the faith I had in the presence of the Holy Spirit. All through-out my son's life it seemed to me at least. he was attacked, assaulted, and endangered in a host of spiritual and literal ways.
18 years after my single parenting pregnancy at 43, he still is a walking, breathing miracle whose quiet inner strength is still as evident as the day he was placed in my arms after being checked out in the nursery having found nothing whatsoever wrong with him. He'd been resurrected through the Holy Spirit as six professionals in the room stood by silently contemplating what had happened and in quiet acceptance for what they were sure would follow...my distress. Instead, I gave them instructions which they ignored in a stupor of disbelief. I asked for him to be placed in my arms and once more they all stood still in what appeared a lapse in time virtually. Then, I spoke with the Lord in my spirit. I stretched my arm out towards him as he lay lifeless to one side of me a room apart - yet God's Holy Presence was able to touch him. I said, you made him in the womb healthy. You had a purpose for his life. He hasn't seen your beautiful world or run barefoot on the grass chasing a cabbage moth butterfly. I've had a good life... give him my life. As I said these last words suddenly, all my strength went out from me and I felt as though God was really going to give him my life and now I was dying. I accepted this however I struggled with finding the courage to face what felt like imminent death approaching me. I saw his legs shoot up and his skin flush a normal healthy colour and a very tender cry softly come out of his mouth.
No-one had even called Stat. No-one had moved. Only my hand outstretched in silent prayer and the power of God the Lord Jesus who resurrected him from dead to the living. As I struggled to accept the good Lord's will, I felt a surge of love come my way from my tiny infant son. It would be like this all the years of his life back and forth through-out one travail or another, or in the calm betwixt.
Half an hour or less he was bundled in my arms with a cap on his head, he looked at me from one eye which was open.
As I prepare for a simple celebration together, I am also content having been so blessed through his life so very much. I understand in my soul and being God will always be there for my son, whether he gives up chasing cabbage moths in his bare feet which I had the delight of witnessing him do on an island home by the ocean clear waters on a bright balmy afternoon...or whether he roams the four corners of the world in time.
He has a purpose in this world, one which I am beginning to think is more than any other, to be a vessel of God's keeping power and love - just as a reminder of what is possible in faith according to His will and timing.
He has suffered much, received more than his share in many other's views...and moved many many others to question their own ideas and beliefs.
For me though, I must say there is one thing his life has produced within my heart and soul above all the other changes God has worked miracles in and through his life thus far. I found my very own security and fundamental salvation by being around him because I could see Jesus within him and feel such love from him, I found at long last, my faith sufficient enough in time's healing and growth to come to accept and believe in Jesus as God made manifest in the flesh.
For one, I cannot imagine what or how I would ever have done apart from the evidence of His love for me in and through this gift from God. It took me more than I had to give. It required more of me than I ever knew I was capable of mustering up. It has been a rode of eighteen years and more pregnant...which has rooted out self preoccupation, self absorbing emotions, denial, rejection and a lot of other deep-rooted baggage which needed to be left behind. In order to gain his healing or whatever it was he really required to survive and go on with His plan for his living, I had to believe for him and stretch out my hand again and again even when my hands were empty to begin with or my heart was incapable of wording a prayer even for him...I had to find the courage from above to lift him up and out of perils time over time and in surrendering what I was totally incapable of doing for him...I had to learn how to trust Jesus with what I loved more than my very own life in this world and give him my son in the tenderest of arms, that of his Holy Mother Mary's care and protection.
I don't know of a site on-line I haven't turned for prayers, Masses, healing...and in the final analysis...when all appeared lost the Divine Mercy of Jesus our Lord answered through the rose and amber coloured rosary beads...I am so humbled and grateful for having known him as he really is...a Miracle.
Please pray for me and for my son...as in this hour there is still so much to accomplish...BoundNFreed with thankfulness for your time and concerns.
I have cooked Lasagne and have a fresh loaf of garlic bread ready to heat up...and have placed the cake in the fridge along with the pop. I've hung up the Birthday Banners, strung up the Happy Birthday streamers, blown up the coloured balloons, placed the special Celebrate Balloon in a special sparkly centre-hold. There's a blue rose with leaves and baby's breath in a clear simple vase on the tablecloth.
I've written a simple message on the cards - one of which is taped closed inside of the other for a very good reason. It's a surprise !
It's not a big or grand party we're having here, rather a family celebration of a milestone I really didn't think I would make or my son. He had a leaky Gut Syndrome until a few years ago. he was healed last year of a serious liver condition. This year his astigmatism was healed and he has now better than 20/20 eyesight. He won't be needing glasses at all even to read with. As to inner healing that is an ongoing progress as all which occurs on the outside wounds and scars the spirit and soul. Oh, by the way he was also born dying black with air being sucked out of his stomach - the last and final effort the body makes to survive. I watched calmly after the three days of precarious and interrupted labour. Somehow, I hadn't panicked, likely due to the enormous stress of the labour as well as the faith I had in the presence of the Holy Spirit. All through-out my son's life it seemed to me at least. he was attacked, assaulted, and endangered in a host of spiritual and literal ways.
18 years after my single parenting pregnancy at 43, he still is a walking, breathing miracle whose quiet inner strength is still as evident as the day he was placed in my arms after being checked out in the nursery having found nothing whatsoever wrong with him. He'd been resurrected through the Holy Spirit as six professionals in the room stood by silently contemplating what had happened and in quiet acceptance for what they were sure would follow...my distress. Instead, I gave them instructions which they ignored in a stupor of disbelief. I asked for him to be placed in my arms and once more they all stood still in what appeared a lapse in time virtually. Then, I spoke with the Lord in my spirit. I stretched my arm out towards him as he lay lifeless to one side of me a room apart - yet God's Holy Presence was able to touch him. I said, you made him in the womb healthy. You had a purpose for his life. He hasn't seen your beautiful world or run barefoot on the grass chasing a cabbage moth butterfly. I've had a good life... give him my life. As I said these last words suddenly, all my strength went out from me and I felt as though God was really going to give him my life and now I was dying. I accepted this however I struggled with finding the courage to face what felt like imminent death approaching me. I saw his legs shoot up and his skin flush a normal healthy colour and a very tender cry softly come out of his mouth.
No-one had even called Stat. No-one had moved. Only my hand outstretched in silent prayer and the power of God the Lord Jesus who resurrected him from dead to the living. As I struggled to accept the good Lord's will, I felt a surge of love come my way from my tiny infant son. It would be like this all the years of his life back and forth through-out one travail or another, or in the calm betwixt.
Half an hour or less he was bundled in my arms with a cap on his head, he looked at me from one eye which was open.
As I prepare for a simple celebration together, I am also content having been so blessed through his life so very much. I understand in my soul and being God will always be there for my son, whether he gives up chasing cabbage moths in his bare feet which I had the delight of witnessing him do on an island home by the ocean clear waters on a bright balmy afternoon...or whether he roams the four corners of the world in time.
He has a purpose in this world, one which I am beginning to think is more than any other, to be a vessel of God's keeping power and love - just as a reminder of what is possible in faith according to His will and timing.
He has suffered much, received more than his share in many other's views...and moved many many others to question their own ideas and beliefs.
For me though, I must say there is one thing his life has produced within my heart and soul above all the other changes God has worked miracles in and through his life thus far. I found my very own security and fundamental salvation by being around him because I could see Jesus within him and feel such love from him, I found at long last, my faith sufficient enough in time's healing and growth to come to accept and believe in Jesus as God made manifest in the flesh.
For one, I cannot imagine what or how I would ever have done apart from the evidence of His love for me in and through this gift from God. It took me more than I had to give. It required more of me than I ever knew I was capable of mustering up. It has been a rode of eighteen years and more pregnant...which has rooted out self preoccupation, self absorbing emotions, denial, rejection and a lot of other deep-rooted baggage which needed to be left behind. In order to gain his healing or whatever it was he really required to survive and go on with His plan for his living, I had to believe for him and stretch out my hand again and again even when my hands were empty to begin with or my heart was incapable of wording a prayer even for him...I had to find the courage from above to lift him up and out of perils time over time and in surrendering what I was totally incapable of doing for him...I had to learn how to trust Jesus with what I loved more than my very own life in this world and give him my son in the tenderest of arms, that of his Holy Mother Mary's care and protection.
I don't know of a site on-line I haven't turned for prayers, Masses, healing...and in the final analysis...when all appeared lost the Divine Mercy of Jesus our Lord answered through the rose and amber coloured rosary beads...I am so humbled and grateful for having known him as he really is...a Miracle.
Please pray for me and for my son...as in this hour there is still so much to accomplish...BoundNFreed with thankfulness for your time and concerns.
