Today is Naomi’s first full day in rehab, and I am not there with her. My wife Wendy is there, no doubt loving on her as she takes every baby step toward recovery. Wendy and I have talked several times today and Naomi is doing OK. A little fussy at having to be up and going after spending 4 weeks in bed, but sleeping better last night and taking a good nap today. Wendy says the doctors have told her that Nomi will only be there for two weeks, three weeks tops. I will be headed to the hospital after Thursday night’s worship team rehearsal, and I am so looking forward to getting there. I have been doing much thinking and pondering… meditating on our Naomi. On this miracle. On the healing that was shown in our baby girl. Sunday before she left to go to rehab she was being a little fussy and I, being the cool dad that I am, put Minnie Mouse sunglasses on her. I had just bought them for her a couple hours before. As soon as the glasses slipped over her pretty little ears and settled on her little nose, she looked straight at me and grinned. That smile warmed my heart and brought fresh tears to my eyes. I think about the hazy memories of that day I received the panicked phone call. I think about the stranger outside her ER room here in Orangeburg, openly weeping with upstretched arms, crying out to God for “the baby”… I think about what life would be like without Faith. I think about that smile, and how relief flooded my heart when I saw it.
I think about God giving His own son for me. How that must feel. Why would He? How could He? I think about how hard we all prayed for Naomi, to remain. To recover. To be restored. Grace. Naomi. God. Love. Tears. Jesus.
Restoration. Naomi. Smiling… restored.