"Jesus is holding my hand daddy..."

Nursing infants gurgle choruses about you;
toddlers shout the songs
That drown out enemy talk,
and silence atheist babble.
Psalm 8:2

Sarala said something utterly amazing the other morning. We were on our way to school the and she was in the backseat telling us about holding her friend's hand...which are her stuffed animals. As she was telling us this, she then proceeded to say that "Daddy...my Jesus is holding my hand."

At that point I about lost it. Our amazing little babe...healed by God...a miracle baby...was telling us about "her" Jesus holding her hand. Amazing! We always tell her that Jesus was with her in the hospital when there was no one there...that we would talk to him every night, asking him to heal...take care of her while she was apart from us. Then came that glorious day...March 9th, 2007...a little over two years ago, when she finally came to Missouri to live with us.

I...Crystal and I feel SO blessed and are thankful to God for His allowing Sarala in our lives and doing what he did for her. For her to come back from being almost three months premature with hydrocephalus, grade 3 hemorrhaging, amongst other issues....and now she's a healthy, growing, amazing little girl who is heading towards three...RUNNING towards three and screaming along the way!