Three years later...

Today marked the 3rd anniversary of Annie's Addisonian crisis that resulted in a severe brain injury that caused her to lose the ability to walk, talk, eat, look up at the stars at night, and play dress up with her Cinderella doll. Thirty six months filled with hours of grieving the loss of the dear little Annie who used to be, of asking God why?, and of buckets and buckets of tears.

However, I am relieved to say that three years later, we have bonded with our new and bigger Annie, who smiles, laughs, snuggles and gives our family much joy. Joy being the byproduct of the confidence that our work in caring for her causes us to daily repent of our selfishness...joy in each new skill, new accomplishment...joy in knowing that God will bring about His purposes in her, even though I don't understand what all those purposes may be...joy that someday Annie will be given a new body and new mind.

It's been three years of a steep learning curve of simultaneously working hard to uncover her potential while accepting her limits and praying for healing. Kind of a mind bender that will someday all make sense.

Jean

We ourselves groan within ourselves, eagerly waiting for the adoption, the redemption of our body. For we were saved in this hope, but hope that is seen is not hope; for why does one still hope for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we eagerly wait for it with perseverance. Romans 8:23-25