Memorable Birthday Moments
Little buddy laid in his hospital bed, telling the doctor that he just wanted to be home for his birthday.
Initially I thought there might be an outside chance. But as surgery became a realization rather than suggested option, the chances decreased in manifold measure. We had to begin to break the news to him that it would not be happening.
Tears of sadness and emotional disappointment swept over him. Time and time again. On Thursday night, as midnight approached and he was watching the clock, the tears flowed once again. These parents prayed with him, asking God to make his birthday special and memorable, even if it was not what he had hoped for.
And prayer is heard.
Friday breakfast hour arrived. He opened the gift bag we presented to him. Not too impressive, I think he felt.
But then the parade began. Friends with gifts, balloons, cards. A birthday gift bag from the hospital gift shop, a birthday lunch tray replete with a "candled" bowl of green jello. (Hey, you do what you can do!) One after another, the parade continued. Siblings all streamed in with birthday wishes and treats. More cards, candy, toy cars, and action figures. One dear couple brought him a brand new Wii game! Now his eyes were really lighting up! Cards with money -- one with $50 (that's more than this boy has ever had all at one time!)
Love, prayers, gifts, hugs -- he was showered with love and attention. Two of his favorite guys spent the whole evening with him playing Wii, watching cartoons, and holding his hand when pain swept him away.
So, if you want a really special birthday, just let God arrange it. He does much better than I do!
And if you feel like playing a game of Wii, I know one young man who is a ready contender these days!
Initially I thought there might be an outside chance. But as surgery became a realization rather than suggested option, the chances decreased in manifold measure. We had to begin to break the news to him that it would not be happening.
Tears of sadness and emotional disappointment swept over him. Time and time again. On Thursday night, as midnight approached and he was watching the clock, the tears flowed once again. These parents prayed with him, asking God to make his birthday special and memorable, even if it was not what he had hoped for.
And prayer is heard.
Friday breakfast hour arrived. He opened the gift bag we presented to him. Not too impressive, I think he felt.
But then the parade began. Friends with gifts, balloons, cards. A birthday gift bag from the hospital gift shop, a birthday lunch tray replete with a "candled" bowl of green jello. (Hey, you do what you can do!) One after another, the parade continued. Siblings all streamed in with birthday wishes and treats. More cards, candy, toy cars, and action figures. One dear couple brought him a brand new Wii game! Now his eyes were really lighting up! Cards with money -- one with $50 (that's more than this boy has ever had all at one time!)
Love, prayers, gifts, hugs -- he was showered with love and attention. Two of his favorite guys spent the whole evening with him playing Wii, watching cartoons, and holding his hand when pain swept him away.
So, if you want a really special birthday, just let God arrange it. He does much better than I do!
And if you feel like playing a game of Wii, I know one young man who is a ready contender these days!
1 Comments:
What a wonderfully blessed day he had . Your post brought tears to my eyes. Blessings to you and your family.
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