I've thought a lot lately about giving thanks in all circumstances. I'm thankful for recovery, for fantastic hospitals, for nurses and doctors who spend time away from their kids to help mine heal, for friends and family who are the hands and feet of Jesus when it really counts.
|August 2014 |
This picture still breaks my heart.
And it did. And so many of you who have walked alongside us from the beginning were part of this happy ending. So again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
The idea started, as most do, with my kids asking questions. They wanted to know more about Levi's time in the hospital, about all the people that helped him, about what he did while we were there. The only pictures we've shown them have been the happier ones, and in most of those, Levi is in a little red wagon.
I'm thankful for that wagon.
Then Abby had an idea. What if this year for Christmas, we buy a wagon for some other kids at the hospital to use so they can feel better too?
|With Mrs. Lisa, Levi's physical therapist and one of Abby's customers|
The look on her face when we picked up the wagons was priceless. Seeing the actual fruit of her labor really drove home the point for her.
As the familiar building came into view in front of us, Levi hid his snake hand under his blanket, as has become his habit on these rides to the hospital.
"No ouchies today, Levi," Abby reassured her brother. "We're just going to give these wagons to some other kids."
"See," I told her, "Your hard work is already a blessing to someone!"
"Aren't you thankful that Levi got bit by a snake so that all those kids can have new wagons now?" she asked on our way out.
Not exactly, I told her. But God worked it out for good. And that is something I can be thankful for.