Soul Kisses Angel Chronicles
The Smell of God...
This was sent to Soul Kisses via email - if you know who
originally wrote this beautiful story, please let us know so we may
ask permission to use it. I love this story, if it isn't true,
don't tell me. ~ Kate Large
A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as
the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing.
She was still groggy from surgery. Her husband, David, held her hand
as they braced themselves for the latest news. That afternoon of
March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks
pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple's new
daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.
At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they
already knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft
words dropped like bombs.
"I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he
could. "There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the
night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her
future could be a very cruel one."
Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor
described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she
survived. She would never walk, she would never talk, she would
probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other
catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental
retardation, and on and on.
"No! No!" was all Diana could say. She and David, with their
5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a
daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours,
that dream was slipping away.
But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and
Diana. Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially
'raw', the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort,
so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their
chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as
Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of
tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their
precious little girl.
There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger. But as
the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and
an ounce of strength there. At last, when Dana turned two months
old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very
first time. And two months later, though doctors continued to gently
but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any
kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the
hospital, just as her mother had predicted.
Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with
glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She showed
no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply,
she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy
ending is far from the end of her story.
One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in
Irving, Texas, Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the
bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball
team was practicing. As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her
mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly
fell silent. Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked,
"Do you smell that?"
Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana
replied, "Yes, it smells like rain."
Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?"
Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get
wet. It smells like rain."
Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin
shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells
like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."
Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with
the other children.
Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and
all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least
in their hearts, all along. During those long days and nights of her
first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for
them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His
loving scent that she remembers so well.
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