You, friend, are one of a handful of friends who sees right through that awkward lady with issues.
I don't know how, I never see it coming, but every now and then somebody does it, somebody knows me totally and completely. You know me.
I'll never forget the moment I realized it.
Day two in the hospital, I returned a text from you asking if I needed anything.
"Something comfy, elastic-y, something to make me feel pretty." I was so over the hospital gown.
You work next door to a thrift shoppe, I didn't know what you would find, but surely they had something elastic-y in there!
You said you would see what you could do, and then I waited with my puffy knees expecting some type of old lady gown to drape over my swollen-ness.
You walked through the door with a box and a big smile, it was so good to see your face!
...and friend, the memory of opening that box you brought me has become for me such a physical representation of Psalm 139.
That day and over the course of the next seven weeks those verses would mean more to me than I ever realized they would.
I needed that reminder, I needed to remember that God knew me, He knew what I needed when I needed it, He knew each and every moment of those days, they were written in His book.
Even more so, I needed the reminder that He knew that tiny girl laying in an incubator down the hall raising her hand to the sky and praising Him with these words:
Thank you friend, for reminding me how good it is to know Him and to be known by Him!
Oh, and when I opened the box you handed me, I pulled out the shiniest hot pink satin pajamas with a loose drawstring waistband... amazing!
**this post is part of a seven week series of 'letters' to people, events and things that were part of the life transforming work God did in our lives during Mercy's stay in the NICU - for more on our growth in the NICU, check out our CaringBridge page**