I’m looking out over the city of Ann Arbor, getting a breath of fresh air from the eighth floor terrace of C.S. Mott Children’s Hospital. Today, I’m feeling especially thankful because (drum roll, please) Bowen finally made it to moderate care! This news is undoubtedly worth that oh so rare exclamation mark. A short skywalk has separated us from this part of the hospital for almost three weeks, and at moments it felt like we’d never make it here. There are still a few things the nurses are keeping an eye on, and Bowen’s actually in the middle of a blood transfusion right now. I know we’re not out of the woods yet, and short of a miracle, Bowen will have to endure at least two more surgeries. Even so, Sarah and I feel so encouraged by his progress and are grateful for your continued prayers and support.

It’s important for you to know how much your prayers and support mean to our family. I’m sure you’ve noticed that seeking out the role of suffering in God’s plan for us has been, and will continue to be, an important part of our journey. The belief that God is sovereign and works everything according to His loving plan has brought us great comfort. However, we have found even greater comfort in the role of God as a loving Father, who is moved by the prayers of his people. Your involvement through prayer and encouragement is part of our story, part of His plan.

I listened to a sermon on justice by Timothy Keller yesterday. He said something that made me think of all the wonderful people around us, and how Bowen’s heart has strengthened our sense of community. He said “If I took thousands of unspooled threads and threw them on top of each other…that wouldn’t be a fabric. What makes the threads into a fabric is that each thread has thousands of interwoven interdependencies. Each thread has to go over, under, around and through. The more interwoven they are, the more beautiful, the more strong, the more warm the fabric is.”


I want to end this post with a great story.

About two hours ago, I saw what looked like a large pizza box warmer with windows rolled into the moderate care room. The nurses opened it up, pulled out a beautiful baby girl and placed her in a bed. After some time had passed, her father walked over to me and said, “Are you Matt? I’ve been following your blog.” After he introduced himself he pulled a worn piece of paper out of his pocket, unfolded it, and showed it to me. Printed on the sheet of paper were the words to my song “Trust” that I posted on September 3rd. He told me that he and his wife had been holding on to these lyrics as a reminder of God’s faithfulness through this hard time. I was blown away that God had brought together as room mates.

It was a privilege to meet Jake and his wife Aubrey, his mother-in-law Laurie, and their little Paislyn, who also has a heart defect and is awaiting surgery this Friday. Here’s a picture of them holding the lyrics to trust at Paislyn’s bedside.