A Miracle in Motion

There are many days when I rush around with my eyes closed.  I fail to see or take notice of the many things in my life that warrant awe.  Yesterday was not one of those days.  “Y” is our teenage son (he would probably appreciate remaining somewhat anonymous).  A strapping young lad, 6 feet tall and probably 160 pounds.  He has kind dark eyes and a smile that you’d like to hang on the wall where you could see it from every room in the house!  Baseball is his game!  He waits all year long to play.  His year revolves around it.  As a tall, left hander, he plays a mean first base and can nearly rip the cover off the ball when he hits.

Yesterday was a typical spring for our area.  One minute beautiful sun dancing through the budding branches and the next minute the wind and rain threatening to rip those same branches off the tree!!  It is torture for the baseball player, nose pasted to the window, watching the weather drama play out.  Never really sure until the last moment if the game will go on.  He caught a break yesterday and he was thrilled!

All the other children had plans, so I relished the opportunity to sit quietly without distraction to watch.  The solitude offered me a chance to absorb the magnitude of the miracle in front of me.  “Y” is a marvelous creation!  Coming to us at a mere 14 days old, eyes bulging and body shaking-his birthmom was a heavy drug user.  She had no idea who his father was.  He struggled mightily as a baby with reflux, skin issues, lung congestion, allergies and asthma.  But oh my, was he beautiful!!  The warmth and depth of his skin tone made you want to eat him alive! ( Lol)  I couldn’t go anywhere without people stopping me to comment on what a gorgeous baby I had!

As he grew, you either wanted to strangle him or hug him to death.  He was so hyper and out of control it was exhausting to watch him.  His greatest challenge and desire was to control his impulses.  There were times when we would almost despair of him ever making progress.  But he did.  Encouragement would trickle in from friends and family that hadn’t seen him for a while.  They would often pull us aside and whisper, ‘boy that “y” has really come a long way since the last time we saw you’.  It was like a drink of water in the desert.

Two years ago, he was diagnosed with a rare birth disorder that causes the left side of his body to grow faster than his right.  He was faced with the fact that he might never play baseball again due to the risk of blood clots forming if he were hit on that side.  He didn’t know if he would become crippled.  Fortunately, he has a mild form of the disorder.  But he has still struggled with painful bulging veins that form clots.  In June he underwent knee surgery to stop the overgrowth of his left leg.  It was suppose to be an easy rehabilitation but due to the over growth of veins in that leg, he bled inside his leg and recovery took nearly 6 months!!  He has had bronchitis three times in the last year, the last time landed him in the hospital because he wasn’t breathing and had extreme leg pain from a secondary viral infection in his blood.  All of which he endured like a saint!

Today, we get compliments constantly from people that know him.  He is kind and thoughtful (most of the time-he’s a teenage boy after all 🙂 )  He loves his mama, thats for sure!!  I forget sometimes to take stock of what the Lord has done.  To remember that it is only by His hand that I have the privilege of knowing this extraordinary young man.  That it is only by His grace and mercy that “y” was not simply and abortion statistic.  And that we should be thankful every moment that he was plucked from the hand of evil and not growing up to be a drug addict too.


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