Yesterday, I was in a bleak, black place where only the knowledge of Christ kept me sane. Today, life feels like what it is - a "vale of tears", yes, but also a place that "God saw was good."
Baby Owen Robert Stabosz Danyo turns two weeks old tomorrow. It feels like a lifetime since he was born, then shipped off to first Chester County Hospital and then Children's Hospital of Philadelphia where he was diagnosed as having severe brain damage "incompatible with life." He came home on Monday, and so far each day brings less to grieve and more to hope. He is breathing well on his own, he is nursing well, he is awake and alert for periods each day. Reetie and Bob are facing their hardest trial to date, with courage and grace. I would and do wish for them sanctifying grace, but actual grace is nothing to sneer at. And who can quantify the workings of the Holy Spirit in individual lives? Not me.
What now? He lives his life, like each of us lives our lives, surrounded by folks who love him. I hope and pray that his life exceeds the expectations given at birth.
Oremus. Saints Simon and Eric Stabosz, pray for us. Father Alberione, pray for us. John Paul II, pray for us. Louis and Zelie Martin, pray for us. Mother Thecla, pray for us. Saint Paul, pray for us. All you holy men and women, pray for us. Blessed Virgin Mary, wrap us all in your spirit and protect us from harm. Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on us. Immaculate heart of Mary, pray for us.