“Now unto Him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,” – Eph. 3:20
A year ago my 8 month old daughter was having her shunts put in. A year ago, in order to calm my anxiety, I assured myself this would be her last surgery. A year ago, I had no idea what was awaiting. A year ago, that surgery was done incorrectly, and cost us dearly. It marked the beginning of a painful journey, but it was a journey in which my eyes were opened to so very much, and once our eyes are opened, we cannot pretend that we do not see.
The shunts were in, and within a few short weeks, the one broke through her eye and caused emergency surgery. One surgery followed the next, and the next, until, I began to lose count. Braille was not only mentioned, but recommended. I remember the first time I heard the word in reference to Lydia, I had the urge to cover my ears and run screaming from the room, but HE knew. HE knew I needed this path, so I could see what was waiting.
And so, with great effort, I put one foot in front of the other, and we began walking down this path. I did my research, and I knew, based on many factors, we would home school her. I joined the blind homeschooling yahoo group, and as I read the posts on the board, I was surprised to see that many of these families had adopted their blind children. I didn’t understand, and then all at once, I did. These children that were so similar on so many levels to my girl, were being given up BECAUSE they were like my girl. They had no mommy and daddy to assure them that they could still conquer the world. They had no family to look out for them and protect them. They had lost their vision and their family. Their world was dark, in every sense of the word. I felt sick with the thought. Justin and I had already surrendered to the ministry, and we began to pray about what we could do with the knowledge we had uncovered.
Many, many prayers were lifted, we told a few friends of our burden, and we were met with overwhelming support. Many, many more prayers, and plans were formed. Things began to take shape, HIS hand was in it all.
I spoke to Lydia’s wonderful Dr. about our idea, he enthusiastically gave his support and agreed to help. Unknown to us, another family was praying about a deep, deep burden to go to live in ministry in the Philippines. I seemingly stumbled upon this woman’s blog. She is the one that advocated our soon to be son Cedi to us. As I read over all of her beautiful blog posts, she shared her heart for the Filipino people. I shared with her our plans. She and her husband prayed about it, while Justin and I prayed about it, we all agreed that God was working. Nikki and Anthony will be moving over to the Philippines to work for the Bartimeaus Project. They have many, many connections and skill sets that make it so clear that they have been prepared for such a time as this. They will be working with the orphanages, and the children , and running the program remotely from Manila. We are starting a hosting program, Lydia’s sweet dr. has agreed to treat these children, if we can get them hosted. So many pieces are falling into place on a daily basis, in such a manner that I sometimes feel I need to lift my hands for I surely must be standing on holy ground.
A little over a year ago, I thought my life was ending. I couldn’t have known, it was only beginning. Isn’t that just like the Lord to make my greatest heartache into the most beautiful future. Surely, He has done exceedingly abundantly above all we could ask or think. I long to spend my life praising Him.