Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Dearest God,

I gave birth to a 10 lb. 10 oz. baby 38 years ago today. A few days after her birth, you alerted me in my sleep that she was having trouble breathing. My friend screamed at the same time I saw her in the vision. We rushed her to the doctor a couple minutes away. Mucous from birth. For months I worried about her.

She flew home from her home in France to take care of me for 40 days during my bout with breast cancer. She tended to my every need.

And then she battled cancer herself four years ago. You guided me to help through countless phone calls trying to find the best doctor to deal with ovarian cancer while she was pregnant. I remember breaking the speed limit to get her to the hospital when she began excruciating pain and projectile vomiting. I remember holding her hand waiting for a surgery room to open up, praying for her, pleading for her life and that of her unborn child. I remember the wondrous joy when she was declared free of cancer and her baby was born unharmed seven months later.

Sometimes I just stare at my daughter. I look carefully at her features, celebrating her life. And I give thanks...again.

Oh Lord,
bless this daughter
of mine today,
I pray.
She was always yours
before she was mine.
May your hand
keep her safe.
Protect her
from harm.
May she
be beauty
to her children
and love
that leads
the way.

Gratefully, Andrea