The Lord has done great things for us, and we are filled with joy. Psalm 126:3
Many of you have been following the farm antics and adventures on our Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/gallagherfarmandfaith/and have asked: “I see the farm, but where’s the faith part?”
Truth be told, the “faith part” has been 28 years of hangin’ on and lookin’ up. Facebook filters the pain and the perseverance and spits out the fun and laughter. Life has been a series of mountains and valleys, some hills so hard to climb we almost gave up and some valleys so low the only thing we could do was look up.
But, oh, the view on the top of the mountain, and the love in His eyes when we sought Him.
To honor the “faith part” of our lives, I am launching this website with the first story I wrote that was published in A Cup of Comfort for Christians, an anthology of inspirational true stories. This story, A Whisper in the Lilacs, is in honor of my son who just passed the 23rd anniversary of this event and in thanks to God who poured His favor and grace on our family that spring when the lilacs were not within my reach. It is the anchor of The Faith Part we have traveled.
A Whisper in the Lilacs
“It’s May. The lilacs are in bloom.” I thought. They were my favorite flower. I loved their rich purple hue and strong perfume-like scent. Their fragrance fills the whole house and their presence in any room announces that spring has arrived.
This particular spring, however, I could not enjoy them, nor did I think I would make it home to see them before their brief bloom period was over. My life at the moment revolved around a hospital room on the pediatric floor of Mt. Sinai Hospital. The sight of spring flowers in bloom had been replaced by intravenous tubes and heart monitors. The inescapable odor of alcohol swabs and latex gloves overpowered my memory of fragrant blossoms.
It seemed strange to be thinking about lilacs at a time like that. Our first child, Ryan, at seven weeks old, had just been diagnosed with a rare, life threatening liver disease called biliary atresia. He had survived a demanding six-hour surgery to build a new bile duct from his intestines and to remove his non-functioning gallbladder. The previous seven weeks had been a nightmare of sleepless nights, doctor visits, diagnostic tests, and fear, all culminating in this life-saving surgery.
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