LJR Our Little Miracle

The news finally came about 11 months or so ago that my sister would be pregnant with her first child. We were all so happy. Then more news came a few weeks later that the baby had a defect called Diaphragmatic Hernia or CDH. Upon birth, the baby would require surgery to fix this defect. The baby was also given a 60% chance of survival. He was born just a few days before Christmas and on Christmas Day our little Luc had his surgery, now today 1 month and 1 week old he is one step closer to going home! He has come a long way and we owe it all to God, Our Heavenly Healer. Many, many people prayed diligently for Luc and his parents. I couldn't help but capture this in poetry. I introduce my nephew Luc John Roger, our tiniest miracle and greatest blessing from God. What a great gift!

LJR(Luc John Roger)

O Precious little one how sweet you are

A tough journey you've had so far

while still safe in your mother's womb

The doctors warned of trouble soon

A tiny part of you was not right

It gave mommy and Daddy quite a fright

How would their little one fare?

They went right to God in prayer

For your mom she absolutely knew

It was the only thing that they could do

Chance of your survival was slim

But not when things are left up to Him

Heavenly healer, our father so dear

there were no reasons for us to fear.

To our Church family we made a call,

For prayers to come from one and all.

God's family reached out to you

Praying for a healing only God could do

Some strangers, some friends

They all prayed without end

Many people showed they truly cared

And had faith that God would answer their prayers

On a cold December afternoon

You gave mommy the sign you'd be here soon

After a few little scares, by and by,

You came into this world with a tiny cry.

We praised The Lord for your 10 small toes,

All the way up to your wee little nose.

We thank Him now for the cry you let out, 

And honestly cannot wait to hear you shout.

Though you may have more struggles ahead

You will not have anything to dread.

With God holding you in the palm of his hand

You'll grow up to be a healthy young man

You will someday be tall, but for now you are small,

And you are covered in love by us all.

We love you little one more than words can tell

With The Lord Our God in control all will end well!