Miracle

Miracle was born for a great destiny. She had everything going for her; she was wonderfully gifted, tremendously loved, and she had people around the world praying for her. But the deformation that had been detected by the first ultrasound somehow missed the touch of God and she died nine hours after birth, havening barely been introduced to her family. I was still in Pakistan so they kept her little body on ice until I could get home to Thailand and attend the cremation.

At Miracle’s first diagnosis, the Thai doctor pushed for an abortion, I mean really pushed, he went so far as to call my daughter ‘stupid’ for wanting to keep her pregnancy. Mai’s twin sister Becky stepped in to confront the cold hearted doctor’s agenda and they ended up moving to another doctor in another hospital who was happy to follow the wishes of Miracle’s very commendable parents.

Months of soaking our minds and hearts in prayer and the Word of God did not change the prognosis. Who knows why, and who cares, we know that God does not change and every good and perfect gift comes from Him - who never changes.

Miracle was born into a great family heritage, and for that we are all very thankful. The world is a contrary place; contrary to heaven and contrary to the Word of God. And that makes our lives and our heritage all the more meaningful, however short or long they may be, we stand for right, for truth, for the glory of God, and to fulfill what He has called us to do.

Certainly, for this granddaughter, I would liked to have known her, her personality, her gifts and dreams, what would have excited her and what injustices would have fired her passion. Yet her short life inspires me, challenges me to do what she possibly might have done had she blossomed to the full potential of that passion.

We are all vulnerable, like children, as Jesus said we must be, if we are to inherit His Kingdom. We trust God in impossible situations and we take risks believing Him for things we cannot control. And His heart breaks, along with ours, at the sadness of this contrary and needy world. While Miracle was being born I was praying for people in Pakistan, someone else’s grandchildren, on deathbeds because of their parent’s poverty. While all around us, the people who call us infidels were blowing themselves up in public places.

Miracle didn’t have opportunity to accomplish much in life and we don’t get many memories of her, but she does stir our passion with this: those of us who remain are so much the more responsible to impact this world with the love of Jesus.

Miracle was born at 9:00 am on March 8, 2010 to Pui & Mai Chalermleamtong and passed away at 6:00 pm the same day.

Our next granddaughter, Lydia, was born March 9, 2010 to Neo & Dow Tritippayapitak. She is the cutest thing...