A Blur of Experience

Rushing along at the speed of life. Then screeching to a halt. Thats how I feel tonight.

The speed of life. A blur of experience, a blink of an eye, a beautiful gift from our Creator.

Imagine a tiny girl toddling across a road today. By herself. No one watching except for our Great Protector. My heart in my throat, I ran faster than I have in almost 10 months to scoop up my sweet one standing so innocently in front of the garage sale sign festooned with brightly, bobbing balloons. I felt as fragile as a balloon as I crushed her against me, breathing in her sweet baby smell, grateful that God had seen her safely across the road and kept her there until I came running. In an instant, a reverberating pop, my heart could have shattered into a thousand tiny pieces.

A few states away, a mother's heart is shattering into a thousand pieces as her own tiny daughter lies in a hospital bed on life support. Her body ravaged by leukemia and chemo and a million other medicines that ultimately didn't matter. A mother who wants to crush her little girl against her heart and breathe in her scent and can't, because to pull her away from the machine is to end her life. God give peace and comfort to this family. Please don't make them make that final decision. Send your angels to bring this baby home, softly and sweetly.

Life so fragile, so sweet, so achingly sweet.

My own tiny baby, a miracle from it's first second on this earth, is growing and moving and preparing to be born, yet faces it's own small challenge. Today I went in for my 37 week check up and to have an ultrasound to check my fluid levels since my last pregnancy ended with dangerously low amniotic fluid. I was not completely unprepared when the doctor said it was low, not dangerously so, but low enough to warrant a trip to labor and delivery for two bags of fluid to be pumped into my body through a vein in my hand. A second ultrasound showed that the baby is still thriving as it should in the womb and my fluid went up slightly, so I am happy to be home for a few more weeks hopefully.

Life ebbs and flows like the tide, but no one expects or can be prepared for it to ebb in two short years fightng leukemia, or during pregnancy, or when toddling across the road to admire the "pwetty boons". 

With a grateful heart I gather my chicks close, hold them, feel their arms around me, cover them in kisses, tightly draw them to me. Mine to hold and love and mother, but for how long? A blur of experience, a blink of an eye.


To read Piper's story and say a prayer for a hurting family, click here: http://needhamcrew.blogspot.com/