Sunday, March 26

Hannah seems to love Sundays.  It's the only day she doesn't have therapy and can mainly just do whatever she wants, which usually means just hanging out with family and friends.  She also loves going to church.  Today was probably the last week at this ward since next week we have General Conference. We have sure met some incredible people in this ward and will be sad not to see them anymore.  The Bishop was saying how the dynamics of this ward are so different.  You come to love the families but then you are happy to see them go because it means they don't need to be here anymore-and that's always a good thing. There is something really humbling about this ward though.  I usually can't get through the sacrament without being emotional.  I think the spirit is extra strong because of all these amazing children.  One of the speakers today happened to be a member of the stake presidency and also a doctor.  He referred to the opening prayer that had been given where the man had asked in his prayer to bless all the doctors and medical people who help our children, that they would be guided and blessed.  He told about being in the operating room where a young woman had just given birth and then went into cardiac arrest.  They worked on her for 45 minutes before they were finally able to revive her.  Afterwards, she told about the experience she had while they were working on her.  She had been watching the whole scene play out, and she said told them that every one in the operating room had an angel with them, helping them and guiding them as to what to do.  He went on to tell about how he has felt divinely guided on many different occasions about what to do for a patient, and how the prayers that we offer up are real and powerful.  I loved what he had to say, and I know it is true.
This week Taylor wanted to read some of Hannah's medical records while he was here.  I tried to discourage him from reading it because I knew the report about the night she almost died was kind of graphic and would be upsetting.  Bob had read it and told me a little bit about it but I hadn't wanted to read it.  Anyway, Taylor and I both ended up reading part of it.  Truthfully, that night is such a blur now, and I'm sure the doctors had told us a lot of the things that were in that report, but I hadn't remembered them (probably on purpose).  But as I read what  happened in the operating room, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that the only way she could have survived that night was through divine intervention.  It wasn't just one or two things either, it was a whole series of things that fell into place to create a miracle. I know as crazy and chaotic as things appeared to be that night, she was truly in God's hands.
Today as the Bishop was telling Hannah good-bye, I heard him tell her, "Hannah, you are going to change the world someday."  I think she already has.