I had one of those moments today. You know the kind. Something small goes wrong, and then everything else follows suit. Before you know it the snowball effect has taken over, and immediately you start feeling a little bit sorry for yourself.
Then I got on Facebook. And then I woke up. God sent me a much needed reminder that I should not be worried about my miniscule, first world, insignificant issues.
Harper Ann Stanfield was born on August 20th with what is known as Congenital Diaphragmic Hernia. Essentially, this means this sweet baby girl had a hole in her diaphragm, which caused her intestines to grow in her chest, impeding the growth of her left lung. She has spent every second of her two weeks here on this Earth fighting for her life. Today, she underwent surgery.
Please take a second and pray for this family.
William and Erin, Harper’s parents, have started a fund to help aid in their efforts to bring Harper home. Please, if you have the ability to give, do so. I have tried to put myself into their shoes, to imagine the weight on their shoulders, the fear in their hearts. I am not yet a Mama, but I definitely have the “Mama Gene.” I have such a soft spot for wee ones. I can’t imagine what this Mama must be going through. William and Erin, my heart is heavy for you guys. Know that you are continuously in my prayers. I pray that Harper will be healthy, that she will be healed, and that very soon you guys will be able to bring her home.