Today, my baby girl turned four. Where have the last four years gone? It seems like only yesterday that we discovered I was pregnant, and only moments ago that Olivia was born.
I know that all children are God's gift to their parents, but as a parent I can't help but think that Olivia is somehow special....that God has something awesome in store for her. She was born 2 1/2 months premature and weighed only 2lb 7oz, 15 inches long. I was in critical condition and wasn't even able to see her until she was three days hold --and didn't hold her until she was two weeks old. Throughout her two month hospitalization, there were times when the neonatologists told us that she may not pull through.
So many people were praying for her --all over the world. The physicians told us when she was released from the hospital that it would be age 6 before she 'caught up' to other children her age and they would follow her progress every three months until age six. At age 18 months, the developmental specialists told us that they never wanted to see us again, because not only had she 'caught up', but she had surpassed other 'normal' children her age. God is good. All the time.
The entire time she was in the hospital, I would sit for hours next to her incubator singing this song by Gloria Gaither (changing the lyrics from "I am" to "You are":
"You are a promise
You are a possibility
You are a promise
with a capital 'P'
You are a great big bundle of
And you are learnin'
To hear God's voice
and you are tryin'
to make the right choices,
You're a promise to be
Everything God wants you to be...."
"I Am a Promise" is one of Olivia's favorite songs and she will gladly sing it for you at the top of her lungs if you make a request!
I know that she is indeed a great big bundle of potentiality and I can't wait to see what exciting things the Lord has in store for her. So far she has proven to be a great intercessor --she prays for everyone --with such childlike faith and oftentimes puts me to shame! And, she is the first to point out if you're not "saying the right words"....recently, she asked me to pray for her bellyache. I was in a hurry, and just took her hand, bowed my head and prayed, "Dear Jesus, please help Olivia's belly to feel all better. In Jesus' Name, Amen." She very quickly and loudly declared, "NO, NO, NO!!! Those aren't the right words! You forgot to thank Him for the beautiful day and you forgot to thank Him for being our God! Now please pray again and use the right words!"
Busted, By a four-year old!