On my notebook, my screen saver spools the images of the past 152 days (the two days prior to their birth in the hospital) and my mind flutters to the moment I, or someone else, snapped those images, the flooding of emotions that come washing in to my brain, seeping it's way out through the windows to my soul. How far we have come! but yet, how absolutely little we have scratched on the surface to the lives of these little ones. We have journeyed the path of a thousand lives over the past 150 days, leaning on the shoulders of all those that choose to carry us to the next oasis. The NICU life is a much like a trek across the desert with the knowledge that there is a great mystery to be discovered. Many that walk it, come out discovering their mystery leads them to a great ocean, one called the Ocean of Loss, having to send their precious treasure they have been carrying across the great crystal sea. Others walk and walk, taking them to an ancient chamber that many have journeyed to, that once inside leads them to yet another mysterious quest called "parenting." We have met many along the way that have taken their little treasures out of the desert in to the next mystery, saying good bye and praying them the best as they enter in to that tough next quest. We have also met those select few who have seen the Great Ocean and have tasted it's saltiness, wondering why their path brought them there. They walk away with the bitter taste of that Ocean and pray never to experience it again. This journey is filled with many that help you navigate through the tough sands, guides that point you to your next steps, craftsmen who specialize in caring for your treasure and most importantly your fellow journeymen who lift you up as you try the best you can to keep that priceless gem out of the blasting winds of the desert, away from the sands that could mark up and buff out the twinkling.
It's hard to believe that we are actually about to walk from this desert in to the next chapter of the mystery. I do know, it's going to be a fun one!
Every storm brings a rainbow, a symbol that was given to Noah that God chose to use something destructive to bring about a greater good. A symbol that would be given to us as a sign of hope, that God has given us another day to give Him praise through our lives. We give Christ praise through our storm.
(Samsung Epic Panorama option. 05.23.11)
Not my best work, but I needed to remember that moment.