A little more than 2 weeks ago, I left the Hospital with my daughter where she’d nearly died a second time in two months.

Last night we celebrated her 13th birthday with a few of her friends out on Lake Michigan. And I’m in awe, slightly scared, fighting off tears (because that would be “totally embarrassing, mom!”).

While we may never know what caused her illness or why she got sick, we’re trying to believe in healing, in meaning, in restoring, and purpose.

My girl’s name means strong and courageous, and I’m choosing to believe that her name will have meaning for her life. That her struggles (her Wasteland moments) will be life-giving in her future.

For now, I’m thankful. Thankful that my girl walked out of the hospital and cheated the odds twice.

“For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?
I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.” (from the writings of the Jewish prophet, Isaiah)

This was written in response to the Five Minute Friday prompt: Restore. The rules are: write for 5 minutes and no editing (although I can’t stop myself a little. I am an editor after all.).

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