About Amanda Bible Williams

Wife + Mama + Writer + Grace guzzler. Editorial Director of She Reads Truth.

Happy Birthday, Pearl!

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One year ago today, on July 27, 2012, at 12:07am, we welcomed sweet Pearl Joy Brown into the world. From the moment she took her first breath – a miracle in itself! – she has blessed us all more than we could ever imagine.

Now, 52 Cupcake Fridays later, we will gather to celebrate her one year birthday! If you’re in or around Nashville, join us! {Click here for details.}

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Sweetest Pearl, Happy Birthday to you!

Thank you for bringing us joy.

Thank you for teaching us about love and hope and grace and life.

Thank you and your precious family for allowing us all to be a part of your amazing journey.

We love you, Pearl Joy Brown!

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Prayers for Pearl

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Good evening, friends.

On behalf of the Browns, I would like to ask you to pray for our sweet Pearl. After a rough few days, Pearl was admitted to Vanderbilt Children’s Hospital on Wednesday with pneumonia. Early Thursday morning she was transferred to the PICU.

Pearl’s condition has improved somewhat over the course of the day but, as of tonight, she is still on partial oxygen and undergoing some tests. Eric reported that the doctors who know Pearl believe that she will come through this, while others are not sure what to expect. As Eric tweeted this evening, “Neither of them numbered Pearls days nor do they hold her in the palm of their hand. They are all doing well by her, though. We’re thankful.”

Please lift sweet Pearl to God in prayer. He has been so gracious to her and to all of us through her. Tonight we pray that He will heal Pearl’s body, that she may continue to thrive and God’s glory would shine even brighter through her.

Please also pray for the Brown family, that the Giver of Life would sustain them and give them all they need for each day, and for the doctors and medical staff as they care for this precious child who is so beloved. Though the Browns are not able to respond to each of your encouraging words, they are grateful for your messages, comments and especially your prayers.

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And now, in keeping with the joy this little one always brings, I leave you with a photo of quite possibly the cutest mouth God ever gave a child.

Ladies and gentlemen, Sleeping Pearl:

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As Eric says, you’re welcome.

“Hey, Negative Nancies… Step off!”

Last night in her family’s living room, little Pearl Joy Brown did this:

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Yes, that would be Baby Pearl pushing herself up from a lying down position and staying that way for a solid minute (an item close to the top of the “Things Pearl Should Not Be Able to Do” list).

The nurse gasped. Ruth and Eric gasped. All of Twitter gasped.

If Pearl could speak, I’m pretty sure the moment would have gone something like this:

booyahYou tell ’em, Pearl.

Another New Normal

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An update from Eric:

So I’m sitting in a Wal-Mart parking lot right now, waiting to get on a bus for the second time since Pearl was born. Last week was the first time, and it went really well. It may seem odd that I’m touring again, but from what we’ve figured out thus far, light touring seems to be the most cohesive type of employment for me. Sure, the days of me going on the road for 2 or 3 weeks at a time are long gone, but doing weekend-warrior type touring seems much more compatible with life (hey, remember that phrase?) than a job with a more traditional schedule. It’s easier for me to commit to weekends at a time than it is for me to commit to being at a job every day from 8-5, so we’re trying it out.

Ruth and the kids really did great last week when I was gone. We had some babysitting and meal help from friends, but I suppose that will always be necessary for as long as Pearl is with us. We will always have the element of need, but my working is a step toward us being able to carry more of our own weight, and hopefully to begin carrying more of the weight of others. I’m so thankful that we live in a community that doesn’t begrudge our need, but from all appearances actually seems eager to be involved. And Ruth really seemed to thrive as well. It wasn’t easy, but I suppose there’s that element of not having another stay-at-home parent speaking into every minute decision and having the freedom to run things completely as she sees fit. Every time we spoke on the phone, she spoke with peace and confidence and that helped me to be more present at my job.

I never would have imagined that we’d be in this place. I know I say that all the time, but those first few weeks that Pearl was with us made it seem like caring for her was a 3-person job. Our home is much less Pearl-centric than it used to be, and we have really found the balance in caring well for all three children. We don’t feel pulled in all the directions that we used to. God’s been so gracious, and has equipped us in so many ways. It’s true that he gives everything you need to accomplish his purposes, and that means so much more than mere material sustenance.

And since this blog carries her namesake, I suppose an update on Pearl is in order. Last week she started with an in-home physical therapist, and that is yielding amazing results already. The therapist has been very encouraging in pointing out what Pearl can already do that she shouldn’t be able to do. It’s kind of hard to explain, but according to her, it appears that her brain is operating as if some of the missing parts are actually there. The brain energy is there in spite of the brain matter not being there. The best way I can think of to articulate it is that it’s almost like “phantom” brain power, sort of how some amputees still have phantom limbs, though Pearl’s brain isn’t operating with any type of nerve memory. Her therapist was quick to point out that comparing those two things isn’t completely accurate, but close enough for laymen. She also seems fairly convinced that Pearl actually is able to see, though she focuses peripherally. That explains why she always seems to be looking just outside of the frame when I take pictures. There is a lot that we have assumed were just random movement or uncontrolled functions, but she is confident that it is otherwise. We are super excited to see what all Pearl may be able to learn. Her therapist rattled off a bit of her resume and she’s taken quite a few “hopeless” scenarios and turned them around. Please pray that Pearl will continue to thrive and continue to improve. It’s absolutely breathtaking to hear her therapist talk through possibilities and goals.

So that’s it. I know, it’s a fairly brief update, with not a lot of weight or emotion, but that’s a good thing. That means normalcy is settling in! We are all very busy, and most of the time it’s easier for me to throw a 140-character update on Twitter than it is for me to sit down and think through a blog update. We spend so much time doing normal things, and life is hectic! Thank you all for praying, for reading, and for participating in all of this with us. It’s privilege that we don’t take likely, that you are still checking in, still praying, and still jumping up and down in the bleachers. There’s so much to celebrate and this little girl continues to confound us all.

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3 more Cupcake Fridays!

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Thanksgiving with friends…

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Happy Sweet 16, Pearl!

This morning at 12:07 AM, Pearl Joy Brown turned 16 weeks old! Prayer updates are below, but first let’s take a moment to celebrate the beautiful life of this baby girl. Sweet Pearl, you are indeed a joy and a blessing.

The last weeks have been fairly peaceful for the Browns. There have been birthday parties and trips to the park, ordinary family outings and even a Sunday at church as a family. Pearl has done so well, and there have been no hospital visits in well over a month. Praise God!

This past week little Pearl had an ear infection, but she weathered it well and is once again fever-free. Her seizure activity and restlessness are up some since the infection. Please pray with us that these will subside so that she and her family can rest well.

Thank you for your continued prayers and support of precious Pearl and her family. As Thanksgiving approaches, please know that we (friends of the Browns) and the Browns themselves are thanking God for you.

A post-fever sleeping beauty.

Brother Brennan rockin’ the bike, sans training wheels.

Sister Abbey, being awesome.

Sovereignty & Suffering: a response from Eric

So, yeah. It’s been quite a while since I’ve actually written anything here. Life is hectic, and often my mind is running a million miles an hour and I don’t even stop to process all that has gone on and all that continues to be our day-to-day life. Other times, I’m so exhausted that my mind can’t muster a single cognitive thought, and I am quick to fall into being numb for a little while. Some days, I wake up so filled with joy that I sit down to write and share all that God is doing, only to have my entire perspective on life flip over something trivial and I spend the rest of my day wallowing in despair. I make notes here and there to myself, knowing that at some point this season of life will be over, and I will find myself overturning any rock just to grab a faint memory of the richness, joy and difficulty of it all. It has been such an extreme whirlwind already, and much of it feels like a blur.

I suppose you have stumbled across the myriad articles, blogs, and forums about my family that seem to be stretched to the far corners of the Internet. What started as me sitting down with a Tennessean reporter for coffee here in East Nashville has blown up into something that I never saw coming. It seems everyone has picked up on Pearl’s story from The Washington Post and Daily Mail UK, to USA Today and probably the most visible being The Huffington Post. There are even a few political forums and atheists’ blogs who’ve felt the urge to chime in on things.

It’s tough to not go and read what others have to say about my family, and I admit to giving in to that urge too much. There are so many assumptions, accusations, and misunderstandings being discussed, and it is a fight to not engage the insults, so I haven’t much.  There’s something strangely sanctifying when your weakness and character (some of which is actual, a lot which is completely untrue) is put in bold letters, all caps, and displayed for anyone in the world to read. It’s humiliating, but not completely in a bad way, when you see that the majority of the 7000+ comments on The Huffington Post are from people who are overwhelmingly unimpressed with you and your decisions. When you get shredded to the degree that we have, you’re left standing naked with nothing left to prove. Which is where we were all along, but never realized it. It’s freeing to know that even if we tried to prove ourselves, our efforts would return void, so we ought not even try.

Instead, we look the other way.

Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things. Philippians 4:8 (ESV)

The amount of darkness seeping in through all these outlets pales in comparison to the amount of beauty and life pouring in through other means. It’s not as though we retreat into our church community or our other friends, but instead we stand alongside of them. We don’t escape into a false reality where nothing stings and suffering doesn’t exist.

We engage actual reality, which is this: God, himself has written a beautiful story. A story that he wrote before he even started building the world. He has an endless reserve of everything that he needs to accomplish his purposes and sustain us in order to fulfill our roles in his story. We can’t exhaust this. He sometimes chooses suffering as a means to accomplish his purposes, and then invites us to enter into that suffering rather than avoiding it. And then he meets us there. He pours himself out for us and fulfills every single promise that he has made to be with his people. He privileges us to participate in this together, as a community and with him. And at some point, we will receive a reward for being given the grace to persevere, and for not losing sight of the One who has actually been carrying us the whole time. How incredible is that? We actually receive a reward for receiving a gift! There’s really not much we bring to the table. It’s all a gift.

So that’s what we dwell on. That’s what sustains us. That’s what makes us not avoid suffering. And that, I believe is what drives others to join us in this. In spite of all appearances, our life is filled with beauty and wonder, and we are sustained by a God who is gracious, patient, and crazy with his love for us.

And this same Creator, who is gracious and crazy in love with us, is also sustaining Pearl. According to every doctor she has, she is not suffering and her seizures aren’t painful for her. They are disorienting, and they are exhausting. However, they have been very much under control for a few weeks now. We constantly revisit and adjust her prescriptions, finding that balance between using enough medication to keep the seizures minimal, but not giving her so much that she is completely disengaged from the rest of the family. Is life hard for her? Yes, it is probably very difficult for her. Though she is not on oxygen and breathes without the help of a machine, breathing is extremely tiring for her. Her nasal passage is abnormally formed in such a way that air does pass through it, but not always easily.

Life is hard for Pearl, but her Maker gives her all that she needs. He is with her, and she belongs to him. He is the Good Shepherd and he looks after her. He opens her eyes when he is ready for her to wake up, and he gives her body rest when he is ready for her to sleep. He makes her to lie down in green pastures and he leads her beside still waters. Pearl is his. He will sustain her long enough to glorify him in living until he is ready for her to glorify him in dying… and she will be with him forever. Those decisions have never been up to us and never will be.

And life is hard for Brennan and Abigail as well. They have made many sacrifices over the last few months. Every time Pearl is readmitted into the hospital, their lives turn upside down. One of us is always there with Pearl, so they are left with only one parent to kiss them at bedtime. Brennan has mentioned more than once that to him, this is the saddest part of Pearl’s hospital visits. They have had to cancel many play dates and trips to the park because of situations that arise with Pearl. Abbey celebrated her 3rd Birthday at the chicken strip shop across the street from Vanderbilt, because Pearl had to be admitted and one of us had to stay with Pearl. They live in the constant tension of knowing that their baby sister will probably not be with us for a long time. So, are they suffering through this? Absolutely. Are they learning and experiencing things as toddlers that many adults never learn? Yes, they are. They are growing in so many beautiful ways. We play ninja swords and change baby doll’s diapers when we can, but it’s not nearly as often as they would like. Brennan is struggling with his identity and his role in the world. He’s down on himself sometimes and at other times, thinks he deserves to be the center of attention in whatever room he just walked into. So what do Ruth and I do as parents? We walk humbly and cautiously. We lean further into Christ asking him to equip us and give us insight into how to best shepherd them. We know this is hard for them, and we never take that lightly. The same God who is sovereign over me, Ruth and Pearl, is also wholly engaged with Brennan and Abigail, and he has their best interests in mind with everything he is doing.

So there you go. Life is hard. And beautiful.  And filled with awe. And wonder. And suffering. And peace. God is sovereign over all of my family and there is not one particle of dust on our living room fan that he isn’t in control over. He is the Good Shepherd, and we trust him. He is here with us, and sometimes he ordains that we suffer, all the while we know that it is for our good and his glory. If he didn’t spare his only Son from suffering, but rather ordained it, why would he spare us from all suffering? I’ve got to be honest…I read ahead and I already know how the story ends. Jaws are going to hit the floor. Actually, knees will hit the floor as well. All of this suffering, which is true suffering, seems quite temporal in light of what’s to come, and what’s already here.

by Eric Brown

Thank You!

Today, on Ruth’s birthday, the Browns took their first ride as a family in their new van!

Thanks to all of you for contributing to this wonderful blessing through your prayers, support, words and gifts. Eric, Ruth, Brennan, Abbey and Pearl are deeply grateful.

It has been incredible to watch our infinite God move through his people in this tangible way. Thanks be to God!

A long list of praises

It’s been another full two weeks for Baby Pearl and family.

Last Friday, Pearl celebrated her 8-week birthday! Also, shortly following their last NICU stay, the Browns got approval for part-time in-home nursing care. The nurse is a huge blessing to Ruth & Eric, assisting them in Pearl’s life care plan and even allowing them time to occasionally do household chores, errands and even sleep! Pearl has also begun therapy which is, in Eric’s words, the anti-hospice. Praise God! She is tolerating her nasal stint much better now and is breathing with much more ease because of it.

Pearl is becoming quite the little celebrity, spreading news of God’s goodness in a way no one could have dreamed. Just last week, a local Nashville news channel featured Pearl’s story. You can view the video here. Your Letters to Pearl (which can be found here and here) were another beautiful way God is using this tiny girl to share hope with so many. Thank you for sharing your heart in words.

We are also overjoyed to report that, thanks to your generous gifts to the ChipIn account and via mail, the goal for the Van Fund has been met! THANK YOU for contributing to this effort and spreading the word to others. The Browns are in shopping mode now for their new-to-them van, and we will update with a photo as soon as they get their new wheels. They are blown away by your kindness and generosity. Thank you for caring for them in this way.

Please continue to pray for Pearl, Ruth, Eric, Brennan & Abbey. Cold and flu season is a particularly worrisome because those common illnesses can be fatal for children with Pearl’s condition. Please pray that God will continue to protect Pearl from illness, as well as the rest of the Brown family. Please pray for rest and patience for Ruth and Eric as they care for all three of their young children.

Thanks be to God for his good gifts!

8 weeks!

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Letters to Pearl from Ruth, Brennan & Abbey

As we wrap up this week of your beautiful Letters to Pearl, there are three very important letters left to share — from Pearl’s mama, Ruth, and from her brother and sister, Brennan & Abbey. Thank you for sharing your hearts this week, friends. The Browns are so very grateful.

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Ruth’s Letter to Pearl

Sweet Pearly Girl,

I started praying for you when you were just a twinkle in my eye – when your dad & I realized someone was missing from our family. I was so excited when I found out you were growing in my belly! Two weeks later, we had an ultrasound for an early pregnancy study I was participating in. You measured smaller than they thought you should, and your heart was not beating. It should have started just a few days before. The doctors weren’t sure if you were just a few days younger than I thought or if you were already gone. I was devastated and confused. I cried out to our Father. I was afraid to hope. A week later we went back. Your heart was beating strong! And your dad and my hearts leapt for joy! It was days before Christmas and our family’s celebration of the miracle baby King was sweeter knowing that you were with us.

You grew, and a few months later, as I sat on our couch, I finally felt you move inside me. Again, I could hardly contain my excitement, my joy. I called your dad to tell him the news. It was proof that you lived inside me still! Our ultrasound would be in just a week, and it was reassuring to know you were doing ok. I am thankful for that week I thought everything was great before the time that was so hard. The next week would change my life forever.

The next week we had our ultrasound. The technician told us you were a girl and pointed out your beating heart. Your dad and I smiled at each other. She didn’t tell us much more and sent us to the midwife. After a long wait, the midwife finally came in to see us and started crying. She told us what the technician wasn’t allowed to – our baby girl was not ok. You had a condition she didn’t know much about, but told us you wouldn’t live. We were all heartbroken. We were all devastated and confused. How could this be? She sent us on to someone who should know more.

Baby, the great Physician knew more than all the specialists we met with. He knew more than the other parents we wrote to. He knew because He made you the way He wanted. He had already planned your life. He knew that sometimes the most humble ones could teach the most profound lessons. And teach the world you have! Lots of people say their faith in your Creator has grown. They say He did a miracle. Lots of people say they have learned to accept His will more gracefully, that they learned to love each other more fully. I am learning to trust him through difficulty, to be thankful for everything, to rest in his provision.

Sweet girl, I pray that you can feel how much everyone loves you. Do you know that’s what all the hugs and kisses and googly eyes mean? Practically everyone who meets you falls head over heels for you, even people who have just read about you. I pray that you know that more than how difficult your life has been. I pray that our love comforts you when you seize or have trouble breathing.

Brennan & Abbey love you a lot, too. They do their best to help Daddy & I take care of you. They give you all the kisses we’ll allow before we get worried about too many germs. They sing you songs. They’re learning a lot about God. We talk quite a bit about heaven and how great it will be when we’re all there together one day. It will be better to be where no one is sick and we can run and not get tired and there aren’t any tears. Brennan wonders if we can have a big celebration when we’re all there and maybe throw cupcakes. I think that sounds like a great idea! We may not get to feel you hug our necks, kiss our cheeks, or hear you tell us you love us until we get to heaven. I hope the waiting will not be too hard.

Pearl, you’re special. I’m glad God gave you to our family, that He said yes to so many of our requests. I’m thankful for your sweet bright red hair – I think God gave it to you just for fun – and your big beautiful blue eyes. I’m glad I get to take care of you and kiss your cheeks and share you with the world. I’m glad He will help us through all the times we might be sad or confused or hurt or think that this life is hard. I’m thankful we’re all learning more about Him.

I think God helped us pick a very fitting name for you. You are a treasure to me. Your sweet life is formed around an illness but shows beauty to all. You have helped me find lasting deep satisfaction in the Lord. You are my precious daughter, Pearl Joy Brown, and I love you.

~Mama.

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Brennan’s Letter to Pearl

Dear Pearl,

I love you so much, I don’t even know how much. I’m glad you’re my sister. I like kissing you and hugging you and giving you lovin’s. I hope we get to see each other in heaven whenever we want, and that we get to run whenever we want, and that we get to play games. Running games, cause we’ll be able to run without getting tired.
I think you are too sweet!

~ Brennan.

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Abbey’s Letter to Pearl

Hi Pearly Girly,

I always love you so much. I like to hold you a lot. I hope I get to see you in heaven. Jesus is our best friend.

~ Abbey.

Eric’s Letter to Pearl

Sweet Pearl,

I’ll never forget that December evening I found out you were coming. I was in Indiana, helping the David Crowder Band finish up the last of their shows, and your mother called to let me know she was pregnant. I was honestly a bit perturbed as she and I both knew that I was coming home the next day. I couldn’t understand why she couldn’t wait but I leaped for joy nonetheless. I remember running backstage to tell the guys, though they were literally walking on stage when I shouted it to them. The confusion on their faces spoke volumes. Why couldn’t I wait until we were on the bus that night to share the news? They were kind of in the middle of something! Seems we were both a little over-enthused at the news of your conception! It makes sense now.

I’ll spare you all of the medical details of what happened while you were inside your mother’s belly, as I can imagine you’re tired of hearing about that. You probably don’t even care.

We had spent several months preparing to meet you and say goodbye all in the same breath. People from all over the world had spent weeks praying for you, pleading your case before the throne of the King of the universe. Your mother and I, too, had pleaded your case, though most of the time our prayers felt more like grabbing at straws than they did actually speaking with the keeper of promises. To be honest, we didn’t even buy any of the normal baby things for you, though we did already fill out the paperwork with the funeral home so all that had to be filled in was the dates and times. We spent more time preparing ourselves for what it was going to feel like when the funeral home came to pick you up at the hospital than we did wondering how on earth we would care for you…perhaps a tactical error on our part. We’re figuring it out though. Thanks for being patient.

And then on July 26th, we were given the news that you needed to be born immediately, as things were looking a bit rough for you in Ruth’s belly. The conversation that day that we had with your brother and sister was one of the hardest conversations we’ve ever had. I remember going to Suzannah’s house and sitting with them both to tell them that the doctors didn’t expect you to come home with us. Your brother was perplexed and asked if you were so sick that you would probably die.  I told him the truth and he melted. You are so loved by your siblings, and have been since long before you were born. Even now, they will often come put their cheek next to your mouth to see if you are breathing, though they try very hard to not give you any germs. I hope that you can somehow feel that love.

So, we packed our bags in silence and headed to the hospital. We sent out the bat signal that you were coming, and it felt like the entire world stopped and prayed for you. We were so excited to meet you and so confused as to how to say goodbye. We had long been prepared for the reality that you would in all likelihood not make it through delivery, but after literally one push, you were born! Your mother was still lying flat on her back with the bed sheet pulled up, because none of us expected you to come so quickly. We intended to have an entire team of specialists staged outside the door, along with a photographer and the other kids, but there was no one there when you were born!

My heart sank. She pulled back the bed sheet, and there you were, beet red and lying still on the bed. A flood of questions ran through me: Are you alive? Did you make it through delivery? If you did make it, are you dying already? Or, is there a small chance that you are going for it, that you’ve got fight in you? And then you opened your eyes and looked up. I doubt you intentionally looked up, but when you did, your eyes were so beautiful and filled with life. Words can’t describe that feeling, so I won’t try. Ruth knows the feeling, and her midwife comes close to understanding the depth of that feeling. We’ll keep that one between us until we’re all on the other side of the veil. Words on this side would certainly only undermine the depth of that moment.

We were told that if you made it through delivery, the moment of your birth would be your strongest and that as your systems tried to start up and your brain wouldn’t tell them how to function, your body would start shutting down. And then the milestones started stacking up. You made it through birth, so we cut the cord. Your heart had a little trouble at first, so your little chest got a massage. And then your heart was doing fine! You had a good bit of trouble breathing, so they cleaned your passages over and over and blew some oxygen in your face. And then you were breathing, so we took pictures, and you were still going. So…off to the NICU! That was an incredible moment when they took you away. We were told that if it looked like you didn’t have fight in you, they would clear the room so we could be alone as a family, but that is not what happened! They hauled you off to fight for you!

That was by far the most amazing night of my life. We watched the hours stack up and you thrived. Each hour was a miracle and still is, though to be honest, these days it’s easy to forget at 3 a.m., when you’re seizing and throwing up everything that we spent the last hour trying to feed you! Hours turned into days and people from all over were driving and flying in to meet you. Doctors would come to see you, and they would close the door and start crying. Family and friends did the same thing. Even employees from other parts of the hospital would come in, close the door, and cry by just meeting you. So many of these people had prayed for you for weeks and weeks and there you were. Alive. Engaging. Beautiful… a miracle, in its most certain form.

God had done a miracle. Not a normal, everyday miracle, but the kind of miracle that makes jaws hit the floor. And he allowed all of us to participate. I’m convinced that miracles exist not primarily for the recipient of it, but for the sake of the name of the One who performed the miracle. But how glorious it is to be on the receiving end! You reap the gift and the Giver! Amazing.

So after a week or so of being in the NICU, we brought you home under hospice care. Sure, you’ve had a few moments since then that you weren’t doing so well, but after a couple of visits back to the hospital, you are doing wonderful. So wonderful in fact, you graduated from hospice care last week. Well, maybe you dropped out… following in daddy’s footsteps.  I’m okay with that, up until a point.

Today you turn 7 weeks old. I don’t know if you know this or not, but every Friday someone brings cupcakes over to our little house and we celebrate your life and we celebrate the Giver of that life. One day, you will meet Him, and much of this will make sense to you. We are starting to run out of room for candles on your cupcake though! Sweet girl, you have turned our world, and arguably the world of our many others, upside down in the most beautiful way. It is such a privilege to have you in our family. I don’t remember what life was like before you, and I can hardly imagine life without you. Thank you for the sleepless nights. I wouldn’t trade them for anything. Thanks for being patient while I try to photograph every moment. I so look forward to hearing you laugh and feeling your hugs, though I understand you might not be able to do that here. That’s okay. Eternity may have already started but there’s much more of it left to do those things!

You may not have any idea who I am. I don’t know. Maybe you can’t even recognize or remember me from 2 minutes ago. That’s okay. That will not always be the case. You have taught us all what it means to be carried through life. You have taught me that self-reliance is a lie, and you have taught me clearly how dependent I am. Thank God it’s not up to me. I never would have chosen this life for either of us, but it’s so much better than anything we would have chosen for ourselves. Thank you, baby girl. You are loved more than you will ever know here, and more importantly you are shining brightly the Light of the world…to the world. I am so proud of you.

Love,

Daddy

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Reminder: Today is the last day of the Letters to Pearl link-up. 
If you’d like to write a letter to Pearl, you can share it on the blog here or via Facebook here. All lengths & types of letters are welcome. Just share your heart with this precious girl. And thank you for this. You’ve made it a beautiful week of reflection & celebration.