Until now my voice hasn’t been heard; Bill has done all of the posts on this prayer blog for our daughter Carrison. Each entry has been done with a faith and passion that has truly been humbling to read. It has been an outpouring of his heart and a true testament of a father’s deep and abiding love for his child.
I have been quiet; slowly climbing out of a deep place of darkness and fear that only another mother can relate to. The connection to her child being so deep that the actual true thought of losing that child would plunge her into an abyss of fear that seems unshakable and insurmountable. But I have a faith that runs like a river of life through me and that has pulled me out the darkness and into a place of light.
A Mother’s Answered Prayer:
My prayer for you, my darling daughter.
You are my answered prayer. I prayed to Jesus that if He blessed me with a child that I would give that child back to Him by raising her to know and love Him in a close and intimate way. Daddy and I named you Carrison Grace because we wanted you to know that you are a true gift to us from God and it is only by His grace that you are here. We prayed so long to have you and you are the desire of our hearts. We truly rejoice each day at the miracle that is you.
I was stripped to the very ‘kwik’ of my being when the doctors told me of the lesions on your brain. I cried out to God from such a deep place of darkness and fear, “I swear to you that I will build up my faith around this!” And I did. In that moment I came to know intimately that all that mattered was my faith in God, my precious children and husband, my family and friends. All else fell away.
Every night I knelt next to your bed and wept for your healing and God’s grace to be upon you. My sobs were so many and so great that they would drench your pillow. My faith wouldn’t allow me to think of anything other than your complete healing here on Earth. Truly God heard my mother’s prayer and through His stripes healed you. There is no doubt that you were chosen to be healed by a miracle and that we all were to witness that miracle. The doctor’s couldn’t explain it but Daddy and I knew that through the fervent prayer of many prayer warriors that God had heard our collective plea and healed you. My heart leaped with joy so great that the Angels themselves surely heard in Heaven when we learned that the lesions had disappeared!
From this day forward the word “miracle” takes on new meaning. Time will be told by your needs, time will stand still when you connect with my eyes, time will drag when your eyes brim with tears. And time will fly when you are content in my arms. I see myself in your eyes; you are the miracle of God presented to me out of the Heavens. One prayer at a time you will be wrapped in His veil of comfort. You are my miracle, life of my life, my precious Carrison. I look at you and see the most vulnerable and tender parts of my heart in your beautiful face. I praise God for my Carrison Grace.
With a heart full of love, Mama
