This article tells the story of a premature baby porclaimed dead by doctors, then given to his Mum and after a few minutes of cuddling, starts to move.
Who knows whether it is recorded completely accurately (particularly when it says 5 minutes after death), but I do remember how fragile my own premature baby seemed - and while nurses would tell me to go home, have a break etc - I was determined to be as close to him as possible. Who knows what effect this had on his health?
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
An open book
Isn't it a great feeling when you meet someone and you feel like you can be an open book with them. No hiding, no beating around the bush - but genuinely connect and let them 'read your story' so to speak. Even some of those pages you would skip over or pretend wren't there seem to sneak their way into the conversation.
Today I had a grand idea - go to a second hand book store. I actually felt quite ripped off by the prices and was not intrigued by many of the titles....though being me and a lover of books I could have easily picked any and read....Perhaps I am a little more picky now.
What kind of a book am I? What story do I tell?
Being embarrassed by the mistakes I have made and the mess I try to cover up - I am slowly making sense of the truth which most parents try to teach you....if I make good decisions today....surprise, there will not be consequences to "bad behaviour"(ha, the mum in me speaking) or stupid mistakes (some of which truly cannot be helped ;)). Yes there will be life - sickness, sadness, needing help, needing time. But making good decisions counts - my reputation matters. Not so I can be important - but that my story is something of value - something I value. Friends value and are blessed by. God enjoys and likes. Am I a story that is wanted to be read. Is God interested in'reading me'? Do I let him in as the pages are being written, seeing his thoughts and wisdom? Is he part of the story today?I have been quite shocked to find that even when I feel I have messed everything up, he really can be rather helpful and even more than a bit friendly. What a surprise. Perhaps it is true then - that there is something about pain, and mistakes, and sorrow....that can reveal the past, and make sense of the future.... in these deepest pages we want to keep secret, the crux and climax of the story(which each story needs) is written - with truths we can only find out for ourselves.
Today I had a grand idea - go to a second hand book store. I actually felt quite ripped off by the prices and was not intrigued by many of the titles....though being me and a lover of books I could have easily picked any and read....Perhaps I am a little more picky now.
What kind of a book am I? What story do I tell?
Being embarrassed by the mistakes I have made and the mess I try to cover up - I am slowly making sense of the truth which most parents try to teach you....if I make good decisions today....surprise, there will not be consequences to "bad behaviour"(ha, the mum in me speaking) or stupid mistakes (some of which truly cannot be helped ;)). Yes there will be life - sickness, sadness, needing help, needing time. But making good decisions counts - my reputation matters. Not so I can be important - but that my story is something of value - something I value. Friends value and are blessed by. God enjoys and likes. Am I a story that is wanted to be read. Is God interested in'reading me'? Do I let him in as the pages are being written, seeing his thoughts and wisdom? Is he part of the story today?I have been quite shocked to find that even when I feel I have messed everything up, he really can be rather helpful and even more than a bit friendly. What a surprise. Perhaps it is true then - that there is something about pain, and mistakes, and sorrow....that can reveal the past, and make sense of the future.... in these deepest pages we want to keep secret, the crux and climax of the story(which each story needs) is written - with truths we can only find out for ourselves.
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