Remember Mr. Bell, who could fix everything but broken hearts?
I've got a story for ya.
In case you're new here, this ten cent yard sale find caught my eye because of the first page:
Little did I know that just a few days later, my newest little nephew, Jack Christopher, would be born. With a broken heart.
You may remember that my very pregnant sister in law visited over Memorial weekend, expecting her first baby boy. Well, within hours of Jack's birth, he was helicoptered to Children's Hospital (WITHOUT his mama, I might add) and underwent heart surgery at the ripe old age of 2 days.
So this past weekend's Maryland trip was a little unexpected. But we just had to meet the little guy who had heart surgery and lived to cry about it, and we just had to go and give his mama and daddy a hug. Cause they're gonna need some hugs.
Meet Jack, 3 days old:
Mr. Bell can fix everything but a broken heart. That's because only God can fix a broken heart. And if you, too, believe this to be true, would you pray that God would fix little Jack's heart? Recovery has been slow, and stabilization has been a tough road. There has been a lot of crying. There has been a lot of praying.
And there has been a lot of trusting. That God will heal Jack's broken heart in time, that all things work for the good of those who love Him and who are called according to His purpose. But that doesn't make it any easier. As of now, Jack is still in intensive care, doing a bit better but he's got a long way to go. And we'll be praying for him the whole way through it.