FINGERPRINTS OF GOD

After Mel, Austan, Karen, and Witt spent more than six hours at the hospital waiting for tests and decisions to be made as to what is best for Witt, there are now some additional pieces of information to report and pray over...
*Witt has pneumonia. It could be from throwing up and aspirating..
*He has been admitted to the hospital and will probably be there for at least a few days.
*His sweet heart is the same. It hasn't gotten better, but it hasn't worsened either, so we are very thankful it is the same.
*The cardiologist feels that he will probably need a cardiac cath. soon (within the month, but most likely after he is released from the hospital).
*They still need to determine the pressures in the heart chambers but will most likely need surgery. The doctors want to put that off as long as possible though.




Karen sent this precious picture of Witt that she took while waiting for his appointment. As I saved it as "Witt's hand," my computer let me know I already had another photo with that same name. As I compared the two photos I fell in love with Witt's hands all over again.




The first time we saw Witt, his little hand was the only thing Mel and Austan could touch. Shortly after his birth, we were invited to gather in the hospital room during the tender moment they met their son. That moment and the image of Mel holding Witt's fingers in her own will never leave my memory.



Every day we have the privilege of seeing God's handiwork through Witt's life. Through his initial diagnosis changing, through each lesson we have learned from the journey with this little guy, through good news and bad news alike, through it all we have the privilege of seeing the fingerprints of God on Witt.

I am having a hard time putting into words all that my mind thinks of Witt and all that my heart feels for him. There is so much I want to say about this sweet guy, but my words always fall short. Right now this song by Stephen Curtis Chapman captures a little bit more of what I am thinking...

I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you.
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know its true.
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God.

Never has there been and never again
Will there be another you.
Fashioned by God's hand
And perfectly planned
To be just who you are.
And what He's been creating
Since the first beat of your heart
Is a living breathing priceless work of art.

I love you Witt!
-Annalee