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The Smell Of Rain

Since I was a little girl my mom has always loved the smell of soil and the ground after the first rain.

This following story is taken from an email that has been going around for sometime, but I thought it appropriate to post.

Enjoy!

A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery. Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news.  That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple’s new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.

At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor’s soft words dropped like bombs.  “I don’t think she’s going to make it,” he said, as kindly as he could.  “There’s only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one.”

Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived. She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.

“No! No!” was all Diana could say.  She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away but as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana.

Because Dana’s underdeveloped nervous system was essentially ‘raw’, the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn’t even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to

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New Growth

New Growth

Dear Mom,

I watered your plants today, inside and out.  How nice it was to hear the water flow from the hose.  I held my thumb over the spout a bit and let the water arch over the succulents in the yard, (they are yellowing without your attentive hand) and I was reminded of countless hours spent in the evening through dusk with you and dad washing the car and attending to the yard while I rode around on my roller skates or bike and Annie played with sidewalk chalk and a jump-rope.

I miss you, Mom, and I can’t wait to celebrate your return home to your yard and the ‘Peaceful Garden’ Dad has named “Wisteria.”

I was pleased to see Wisteria today.  There is a sunflower blooming in the center pot that is usually on the upper deck.  The Jade is deep green and plump.  The bamboo I gave to you because I under-watered it, is shooting nicely, and I repotted the pink roses you received while still on the 14th floor.  Everything waits for you to grace it with your radiant smile, Mom.  Especially the Ficus.

The beautiful Ficus that once stood over eight feet tall in your living room, which because of over-fertilization, is half the height it was.

Remember when it first showed spots on the leaves and we wondered if it was over-fertilized?  You rinsed the roots and repotted it several times before you had to prune it back significantly and send it to recovery in Wisteria.

It has new leaves, Mom.  It’s recovery is slow.  It comes and goes with the temperature changes, strong and weak breezes, hydration, fertilization, sunshine and fog.  But it IS coming back.  Although not very visible at first, gradually, it is returning to its splendor after the trauma it experienced.  I can’t wait for you to come recover in Wisteria, Mom.

You are the Lord’s.  Do not be afraid.

Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?  “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet

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