As I walked my routine path along the ponds in my neighborhood I was reflecting on a book I recently finished reading, Brain on Fire, and a movie I saw, Do No Harm, and the story of a baby born at 25 weeks, now a happy one year old, and I was reminded once again how our minds and bodies are miracles. They are so intricate – and so many things can go wrong – and when things are going right it’s cause to stand in awe and give thanks.
On this morning I give thanks for: eyes to see the Great Blue Heron flying overhead in the blue sky, for ears to hear the geese honking and the water babbling, the smell of the damp grass and fresh air, the sense to feel the breeze. I’m grateful for legs that work and take me where I want to go, for hands that can type and clean and help out, for the sense of touch and taste…
I am overwhelmed with gratitude and give God the Glory!
I love this post because it reminds me not to take anything for granted, to be grateful for the blessings God has given me.
It’s interesting that you should write about the now healthy one-year-old born at 25 weeks. A classmate of my eldest daughter gave birth this week to a baby girl weighing 500 grams. She was born at 23 weeks. Last I heard, she was doing well. There are many prayers being prayed for baby Elena.
It is encouraging to know other babies have been born this early and they can grow and make it through this hard time. I’ll pray this is true for Elena too.