It’s Lukie’s 12th birthday – be still my soul. My miracle boy is a pre-teen – a pre-teen! From being told he’d never see the light of day to almost a teenager. Where have the years gone? There are so many emotions that flood my heart as I think on this day, this 12th year of his life, and the significance that it brings in terms of my own life and God’s faithfulness throughout many difficult times.
I think back to the prenatal appointment in 2004; the appointment where I was told my unborn child would never live. I think about the moment he was aggressively lifted out of my body and how I immediately heard his scream, and how I then wept tears of joy and tears of fear over the unknown that still awaited our lives. I think about the anxious thoughts running through my mind 50 billion miles a minute on that day, August 12, 2004 –
“Is he okay?!”, “Will he survive?!” “He’s so beautiful, I want to hold him forever lest he take his last breath…”
And choking back tears through a fake brave smile as he was immediately whisked away to neo – natal care, Jason and I nervously looking on, unable to do anything for our newborn son in those moments. I think about the struggles we had while raising him, the fears, the sleepless nights, the angst of his lukisms, and the accomplishments that arrived much slower for him than for other children but monumental they were when they finally did make their arrival. I think about the future for Luke – the next 12 years – and some of those same fears begin to enter my heart. Will he be ok? Who will take care of him? What does continued growth (and puberty!) look like for him? God, can we handle this? Can Ryan and I do this with him? Really God, do you still have him and me and my family in the palm of your hand or have you moved on to some other family who needs your care more than we do these days?
And I’m reminded, as I have been numerous (NUMEROUS) times in days of old –
“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” Matthew 6:26
And so I lift my head. I look to the birds and the bees and the beautiful butterflies fluttering around my yard – not a care in the world. So much more faith than mine it seems. I remember – days of past, hard times, times I thought I would crumble against the weight of the world, crumble against the strain of what I was called to walk through, but I didn’t. He was faithful. He will continue to be faithful in whatever comes my way this side of Heaven.
Today, Luke’s day, I choose to focus on the miracle of him and the impact his life has had on mine and on thousands of others, the impact his story, our story, will have on those who need hope, those walking through dark nights, those who need something miraculous like sunlight burning at midnight. I choose to focus on the honor that was bestowed upon my humble life which allowed me the privilege of walking through hardships in order to one day breathe hope, through my words, through my story, into another’s dark night. I choose to push my instinctual fears aside and focus on life, his life, the beauty of Lucas and all that he has been and ever will be.
And so to honor Luke’s birthday, it seems only appropriate to release the trailer for my book, my baby, twelve years in the making – Sunlight Burning at Midnight, and along with the trailer release, I am offering a pre-order special because, of course, IT’S LUKE’S BIRTHDAY!
The official launch date for the book will be in November, but for every pre-order I receive before this date, I am offering a personalized, autographed copy. As you can see, (hopefully) there is a nice, little box beside this blog post with fail proof instructions. Each book order ($13.99 +S/H) will be placed through pay pal and mailed as soon as hard copies are available (which will be before the official launch – the latest I’ve heard is the first week of October). So, not only do you get a personalized, autographed copy (believe me, the personalization factor will be a rarity in the future with my life), but you will also be one of the first human beings with a book in hand.
As always, thank you to all – my publisher, my friends, my family, my husband, my kids, THANK YOU, thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart for bearing with me, for lifting my head, and my heart, and my weary body years ago, for believing in this story and the message it conveys, and for supporting me through it all. To God be the Glory!
Just keep livin!!