Thursday, May 24, 2007

The Smell Of Rain

If the following is a true story it is cool, even if it isn't it's still a cool story. Many times I've watched my newborn babies as they slept and smiled. I thought to myself that their smiles were definitely not from gas (as some people tried to explain to me). Instead, I believed at that newborn time they could still see the world that our souls came from. It is the same place that God is. I believed that as time ticks on the evil one clouds our minds with his lies... then we all forget.

As I type it is raining here, it always smells so good when it rains. I am thankful for the rain tonight. We have been having warnings that the fire danger here in the MatSu Valley was Very High and all open fires were being banned.

I will be leaving early this a.m. with Doug and we will be at the MX State Race's in Anchorage at Kincaid Park this weekend. If you have ever wanted to watch a MX race then this weekend is a good time to do it. It will be a busy place with kids coming from all over the State to compete. If it is raining it will be muddy, but the good news is --- it won't be dusty!

Now on to the story. Thanks to Mary G. for sending it to me.

A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery.

Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news. That afternoon of March 10, 1991 , complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple's new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.

At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature.

Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs.

"I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could.

"There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one"

Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived.

She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.

"No! No!" was all Diana could say.

She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four.

Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away

But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.

There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger.

But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there.

At last, when Dana turned two months old. her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time.

And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.

Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life.

She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy ending is far from the end of her story.

One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving , Texas , Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing.

As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent .. Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked, "Do you smell that?"

Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain."

Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?"

Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet. It smells like rain."

Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells like Him.

It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."

Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children.

Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along.

During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.

Have a great weekend!

The picture was taken in a small plane on the way home from Pedro Bay. God's vast Creation goes on and on below us!

Day 149.

5 comments:

Constance said...

I believe that our souls are with God before he gives us this physical life here on earth. Maybe that's why when Christians pass on, there's a feeling of security and peace (besides knowing Jesus). It's like going home.
Connie

e-Mom said...

What a beautiful story! I have, on a rare occasion, caught a whiff of the most beautiful fragrance, and sensed the presence of the Spirit nearby. Hugs, e-Mom

"But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumphal procession in Christ and through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him. For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. To the one we are the smell of death; to the other, the fragrance of life."
(2 Cor. 2:14-16 NIV)

CONNIE'S THOUGHTS FROM THE HEART said...

That was such a wonderful encouraging story. Thank you for sharing it with us. connie from Texas

Connie Marie said...

Hi Connie H, I am glad we think alike, it lets me know that I am not too off balanced in the way that I think because I admire your thoughts.

eMom, I too have stopped in my tracks and took time to smell when I have felt the same way. It is a way to be certain of the life that is around us even if we cannot see it. How beautiful Heaven will be when we finally can see it, smell it and touch it!
What an incredible verse you have shared! " through us spreads everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of him" Thanks for sharing that.

Thank you Connie for visiting my blog, I am honored. May God continue to bless your thoughts and writing and then use your blog to encourage all of us.

What a nice treat to get home to all of your comments! :-) It's good to be home!

Melissa said...

Connie, I came across your blog while seeking information on living in Alaska. My husband has been offered a job there and well, I was wondering if you could give me any information as to how you like living there...like what are the pro's and con's? I have two beautiful daughters and an awesome husband. Feel free to email me at e_meok@yahoo.com I would love to hear from you. I enjoyed reading what you wrote on your blog. Be Blessed, Melissa