THE
SMELL OF GOD
The Smell of God At the end of this
story, it gives you two
options. I think you will figure out
what option I chose.
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 Caesarian 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.
You now have 1 of 2 choices. You can
either pass this on and let
other people catch the chills like you
did, or you can delete this
and act like it didn't touch your heart
like it did mine.
"I can do all things in Christ who
strengthens me." (Phil.4:13)
Author Unknown - Shared by Dr.
Gloria Jo Floyd
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