These days the Lord may not tell us to literally leave stones of remembrance but He does give us visual reminders of His faithfulness. Today Facebook served as one of those reminders to me. As I was looking at my memories I found this:
A flood of emotions came over me as I thought about that day. As if a complicated pregnancy, early emergency c-section, a complicated prenatal diagnosis, and seven weeks in the NICU weren't enough Brinkley decided to surprise us with the need for emergency open heart surgery at eleven weeks old. There was so much that happened over the next five weeks that would test my faith and prove to me over and over again just how faithful my Lord really is. (You can find many of my thoughts about that here on the blog in the December 2012 section.)
It was what I saw that I had posted a few hours earlier that day that brought me to tears. Over the last four years, I have thought about that day many times and have reread these statuses many times but it wasn't until today that I noticed this:
I often listen to James McDonald's teaching on the radio and must have been that morning. This status was followed by a picture taken at Reese's preschool Christmas program rehearsal and a check-in at the cardiologist's office.
I am certain that I had no idea how significant this thought would become in my life. I have heard that thought many times. Sometimes it is worded a little differently, but the sentiment is always the same. The tears flowed as I thought of all the ways that Brinkley's unexpected journey has been used so far. To think of how much my life has changed (for the better) is almost overwhelming. The faithfulness of the Lord never ceases to amaze me.
While I may have Facebook memories to serve as stones of remembrance for me, Brinkley has the permanent visible scars. His trunk may be covered in marks and scars but each one is a story. A story of the faithfulness of my Lord. A story of the power of prayer. A story of strength and determination. A story that will one day be his to share in his own words. For the time being, I'll continue to share every chance I have. I'll continue to walk through each door that is opened to walk with other families through their journey. I'll continue to share the tiny bundle of joy and blessing that I am blessed to have call me momma. I'll continue to share until the day comes that he asks about his "stones of remembrance" and in turn shares on his own.