July 28, 2011
Two years ago, we were praising God in the Cardiac ICU at Children's Hospital of Philadelphia. Two years ago, Lauren received one of the most precious gifts anyone could ever give -- a new, strong heart.
She's come an awful long ways since the days spent tricycling through the halls of the hospital, hooked up to a constant IV infusion that kept her heart healthy enough to wait for a transplant.
This year Lauren celebrated her heart's birthday at Camp Wamava -- a week of singing with the campers, long afternoons spent playing in the swimming pool, and lots of time to explore and get dirty.
Nothing made my heart happier than to see my little girl enjoying something so normal. When I saw her walking up the hill to arts and crafts with a rock that she had chosen out of the creek, I couldn't help but smile.
Some people may have only seen a cute little kid tagging along with the her mom to teach at a week of camp. Some of the campers may have only known her as the little kid that requested good songs (Blessed Be Your Name and You Never Let Go) during morning devotional time. Many of our friends at camp know her as the baby everyone prayed so earnestly for.
I know her as our miracle.