A2Z Meme: Heaven’s Happy Hallelujah

Wow, it only took me to the letter “H” to post on the day Patty Wysong suggested!

H. That’s a popular letter in our house thanks to our youngest.

There’s also an H in a Bible that inspires me.

Her story is in 1 Samuel 1 and it’s her verse I claimed to have our own inspiration.

Because after PCOS, infertility, high risk pregnancy and son, miscarriage…the promise I felt God had for us looked like a long shot. But Hannah’s story in 1Samuel gave me HOPE. I prayed that verse, “For this child I prayed, and He answered my prayer.” through sobs. Dry heaves. The kind of prayer where the words can’t even come out. This verse was my HEART. Anyone around me didn’t just think I was drunk, as they did with Hannah, my loved ones thought I was crazy.

But when I learned I was pregnant, even my own HUSBAND admitted he was days away from telling me we needed to be done trying. It was only the beginning of Heaven’s Hallelujah.

The pregnancy was easy and all seemed well in delivery. Although I had a reaction to the spinal, the baby seemed great. She slept a lot more than the first born, but I knew each baby was different. I didn’t think anything was wrong until the doctor’s office called and told us the newborn tests came back with a congenital HYPOTHYROIDISM diagnosis.

They asked us to re test in case of a false positive. We immediately did, and HEARD nothing for weeks. When I called the office, the receptionist looked at the chart and told us all was well. At our 8 week follow up we learned things were very wrong. The receptionist was not trained to read charts. She read the adult levels. She also failed to look in her inbox. The doctor left a note to call in a prescription for our baby. The diagnosis had been accurate all along.

But HEAVEN’s HALLELUJAH was only getting started despite the medical charts stacked against her. In the months to come she had croup, something she nearly died from thanks to a wrong medicine prescribed at wrong dose. RSV kept her out of the hospital but pneumonia did not. A team of therapists warned us she would most likely suffer from retardation from missing medication those first weeks. But God knew. There was purpose for HER.

Each year her health has only grown stronger. She still takes medicine for her thyroid and receives speech for delays that are typical but near unrecognizable. She hasn’t had a true asthma experience in over a year.

What does she have?

A HEART for worship. The voice that took three years to utter words now sings all the time. She writes songs for Jesus. She’s all about pink, glitter, and walking like she’s on a runway. The God confidence embedded in her amazes me. Because of HER, I not only have a purse, but a big gold one. I wear sparkly clothes.  We dance together. She crafts.

It all started with Hannah in the Bible believing God for the impossible. Thanks to her, I have my own miracle that loves to sing to Jesus. She’s not just mine, but Heaven’s glittery Hallelujah.

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