I don't know about
something good happenning to you at 11am in the morning, however
- this story is too precious to not share it.
DO YOU
SMELL THAT?
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. She was
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 Cesarean to
deliver couple's new
daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.
At 12
inches long and weighing only one pound 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 live 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, 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.
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 precious 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.
Five years later, when Dana was
a petite but feisty young girl with
glittering gray eyes and an
unquenchable zest for life. She showed no signs
whatsoever of any
mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was 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 mother's 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 happily hopped
down to play with the
other children.
Before the rains
came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all
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 1 of 2 choices. You can either pass this
on and let other
people catch the chills like you did or you can
delete this 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."
This morning when the Lord opened a window
to Heaven, He saw me, and He
asked: "My child, what is your
greatest wish for today?" I responded:
"Lord please, take
care of the person who is reading this message, their
family and
their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very
much"
The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its
beginning, but not its
end.
This message works on the day
you receive it. Let us see if it is true.
ANGELS EXIST but
some times, since they don't all have wings, we call
them
FRIENDS.
Pass this on to your true friends. Something
good will happen to you at
11:00 in the morning;
something that you have been waiting to hear.
This is not a
joke; someone will call you by phone or will speak to you
about
something that you were waiting to
hear.
