Tonight I am dreaming…as my other nine precious children sleep (and maybe dream too), I am dreaming of bringing you home. The thought gives me the chills. It tears up in my eyes. It gives me a smile. It delights me to the core. I dream of having you here with all of us where you will be loved A LOT, you will hear A LOT of other voices, you will smell meals A LOT, you will see faces A LOT -that look a little like yours, you will be held A LOT, you will be taught A LOT, you will play A LOT, sing A LOT, A LOT, A LOT, A LOT of life happens here in this home- and I dream of the day you are back here with us again.
As I battle my thoughts of discouragement tonight. I wonder how we will get you here? I wonder how we will climb the mountains ahead? I wonder when we will “turn a corner?” Meanwhile, I am encouraged by the Dreams of actually getting you home! I am encouraged by the visions of our sweet little 1 year-old Charlie smiling as we sing “happy birthday to you!” I am encouraged as I think of our 2 year-old Charlie swinging from the big pine tree in our back yard with giggles erupting from your belly. I am encouraged as I picture 3 year-old Charlie running and playing with your siblings. I am encouraged as I dream of 4 year-old Charlie distributing hugs to those of us in need. Charlie, I could use one of your big hugs right now…but I will wait, I will walk, I will continue to fight for your life, I will pray, I will trust, I will love you! You are worth it! You are beyond worth it! And while I wait to feel one of those 4 year-old Charlie hugs- Christ hugs me. He strengthens me. He sustains me. And HE is doing the same for you sweet Charlie boy.
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Two year-old Enid asked us if your sickness was “almost done?” We told her that we hope so. She still sleeps with your picture hanging by her crib. It was the only thing that consoled her after you left for the hospital. She would cry every time she was put to bed while asking for you. Thankfully Savannah thought of a brilliant idea to put your picture where she could see you and kiss you every night. She never cried again. We are all in this together Charlie and we are ALL fighting with you. You have a lot to look forward to sweet boy…let’s get you home!