Dana Lu Blessing
This story will give you the chills.
At the end of this story, it gives you two
options.
I think you will figure out what option I chose.
A cold March wind danced around the dead of
night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the
small hospital room of Diana Blessing. Still
groggy from surgery, her husband David held her
hand as they braced themselves for the latest
news. That afternoon of March 10, 1991,
complications had forced Diana, only 24 weeks
pregnant, to undergo an emergency Caesarean to
deliver the couple's new daughter Dana Lu
Blessing. At 12" long and weighing only one
pound and nine ounces, they already knew she was
perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft
words dropped like bombs. "I don't think she's
going to make it," he said, as kindly as he
could. "There's only a 10 percent chance she
will make it through the night, and even then,
if by some slim chance she does make it, her
future could be a very cruel one". Numb with
disbelief David and Diana listened as the doctor
described the devastating problems Dana would
likely face if she survived.
She would never walk, she would never talk, and
she would probably be blind, and she would
certainly be prone to other catastrophic
conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental
retardation, and on and on.
"No! No," was all Diana could say. She and
David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had
long dreamed of the day they would have a
daughter to become a family of four. Now, within
a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away.
Through the dark hours of morning as Dana held
onto life by the thinnest thread, Diana slipped
in and out of sleep, growing more and more
determined that her tiny daughter would live,
and live to be a healthy, happy young girl.
But David, fully awake and listening to
additional dire details of their daughters
chances of ever leaving the hospital alive, much
less healthy, knew he must confront his wife
with the inevitable. David walked in and said
that we needed to talk about making funeral
arrangements.
Diana remembers she felt so bad for him because
he was doing everything trying to include me in
what was going on, but I just wouldn't listen, I
couldn't listen. I said
"No, this is not going to
happen, no way! I don't care what the doctors
say. Dana is not going to die! One day she will
be just fine, and she will be coming home with
us!"
As if willed to live by Diana's determination,
Dana clung to life hour after hour, with the
help of every medical machine and marvel her
minature body could endure. But as those first
days passed, a new agony set in for David and
Diana. Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous
system was essentially raw, the lightest kiss or
caress only intensified her discomfort, so they
couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl
against their chests to offer the strength of
their love. All they could do, as Dana struggled
alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the
tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God
would stay close to their little girl.
There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew
stronger. But as the weeks went by, she did
slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce
of strength there. At last, when Dana turned two
months old, her parents were able to hold her in
their arms for the very first time. And two
months later though doctors continued to gently
but grimly warn that her chances of surviving,
much less living any kind of
normal life, were
next to zero.
Dana went home from the hospital, just as her
mother had predicted. Today, five years later,
Dana is a petite but feisty young girl with
glittering gray eyes and an un-quenchable zest
for life. She shows no signs, whatsoever of any
mental or physical impairment. Simply, she is
everything a little girl can be and more, but
that happy ending is far from the end of her
story.
One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996
near her home in Irving, Texas, Dana was sitting
in her mothers lap in the bleachers of a local
ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball
team was practicing. As always, Dana was
chattering nonstop with her mother and several
other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly
fell silent. Hugging her arms across her chest,
little Dana asked, "Do you smell that?" Smelling
the air and detecting the approach of a
thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells
like rain."
Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you
smell that?" Once again, her mother replied,
"Yes, I think we're about to get wet, it smells
like rain." Still caught in the moment, Dana
shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with
her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it
smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay
your head on His chest."
Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana then happily
hopped down to play with the other children.
Before the rains came, her daughters words
confirmed what Diana and all of the members of
the extended Blessing family
had known, at least
in their hearts, all along. During those long
days and nights of her first two months of her
life, when her nerves were too sensitive for
them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His
chest and it is His loving scent that she
remembers so well.
You now have one of two choices. You can either
pass this on and let other people catch the
chills like you did or you can delete it and act
like it didn't touch your heart like it did
mine.
IT'S YOUR CALL!
"I can do all things in Him who strengthens me."
(Phil. 4:13)
Dede's Note:
I would like to dedicate this page to my good
friend, Ralph. Thank you my precious friend for
sharing such an uplifting story of Gods Love &
Capabilities......
Sometimes we just don't trust God enough! What
is wrong with us? As Dick would say, we need to
wake up and smell the salt........
Our God is ever faithful and ever
capable..........
God Bless You All & Much Love..........
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