I often wonder what Emma will do when she sees the other side of those pearly gates. I often wonder how she will react to seeing our Savior. I imagine her running up to him, crawling up into his lap and saying “Daddy, Im Home!” I imagine her skipping down the streets of gold, running without hesitation. Talking without limitations. Singing without reservation. A body with no disabilities…. I cant tell you what that does for my soul.
I long for the day my daughter doesnt wave her hands in the air with no control. I long for the day that her mind has complete control over her body. I long for the day that she is truly healed- body spirit and mind. My heart cries for that daily.
While she is here, I will be her voice. I will be her comfort. I will be her protector. I gave her my word on the day she was born that I would do everything in my power to make sure her life was a life of quality, hope and most of all love. I promised to love her unconditioanlly, despite the pain this journey would be for our family. I looked into her baby blue eyes, and gave her my word. I will make good on that promise as long as there is breath in me.
I may never see the moment Emma is healed, it may not happen on this side of heaven- But I can only imagine what a celebration it will be, the day Christ heals my child- either here on earth, or on the other side of those gates! Until that day comes, I will praise Him for His promise to her.
And Her recovery will speedily spring forth;
And His righteousness will go before her;
The glory of the LORD will be Her rear guard.