(The first pic is Evanna on September 30th, the day after she was born. At that point, two surgeries down already. The second pic is her on November 8th, after having been home two days.)
We’ve been home now for just shy of two weeks. And not a day goes by that I am not thankful for everyone that has supported us during that time and since (and before, even). There are no words to adequately express our gratitude. But did I want to offer a thought.
Mark 2 tells the story of a paralytic man healed by Jesus:
And when he returned to Capernaum after some days, it was reported that he was at home. 2 And many were gathered together, so that there was no more room, not even at the door. And he was preaching the word to them. 3 And they came, bringing to him a paralytic carried by four men. 4 And when they could not get near him because of the crowd, they removed the roof above him, and when they had made an opening, they let down the bed on which the paralytic lay. 5 And when Jesus saw their faith, he said to the paralytic, “Son, your sins are forgiven.” Mark 2:1-5
The man wasn’t healed because of his faith, or at least not only because of his faith. Those friends were integral to the story. They carried him there. And when they couldn’t get him near enough to Jesus, they took more extreme measures by taking him to the roof, making a hole in that roof, and lowering him down to Jesus. Those friends cared enough for the man that they did all of that for him. And those friends had faith that Jesus could heal him.
Their faith–the man’s and the friends’–were seen by Jesus, and the man was healed.
You…those who supported us, who provided so much during our time in the NICU, those who cared for us and prayed with us…you are those friends from the story, and we couldn’t have done it without you.