Saturday, January 16, 2010

My Life,

It wasn't like this Thirty Three years ago, I don't remember because I wasn't even a day old, 33 years ago. But from what my parent's told me, they had told me that it was a very cold, and snowy day in NYC. My dad had gone to drive the church van, my Mom decided to stay home, because I believe she was having labor pains at the moment. By the time, my dad got back from driving the church van, he had to take my Mom to the hospital. Several hours later the doctors had to rush me off to examine me, not knowing exactly what was wrong but knowing that something was. Doctors, came back, and tried the best they could to explain to my parent's what exactly was wrong with me. The doctors said because I had no soft spot, that I would eventually become, brain dead, and that the best option for my parent's would be to put me into a institution, and to let me be. Thankfully with my parent's faith and trust in God, they believed, maybe not necessarily knew what that plan or purpose was but they decided to take me home anyway. Not knowing what was going to happen, my parent's left from that hospital, and decided to take me home, and see what doctors at Columbia Presbyterian, where to say. The doctors their said that as long as I had the operation to open skull and allow my brain to grow and function, although, I would have to undergo alot of operations and difficulties in my life, that I would survive. Long story short, 68 operations, 9 years of College, doctors telling my parent's I wouldn't make it, people telling me I wouldn't make it in College, people telling me I wouldn't make it in the ministry. I am now an Ordained minister with the Assemblies of God, traveling around giving a message that with God all things are possible. My favorite life verse is Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, Plans to Prosper you and not to Harm you to give you a hope and a future.

What it means to Be loved by Mark Schultz with a little rearranging by Dorsey Ross

January 16th 1977, on a Cold Sunday Morning, my wife and I had waited
Gettin' ready for our baby Boy,
My wife, decided that she would have the labor pains, while I was driving the van,.
The doctors delivered the baby, but unlike, the other delivers they have done, and we have seen, they rushed the baby out of the room,
Not knowing what exactly what was going to happen, the doctors came back in, and said that your little boy, may not live, whata want to do,
Turning to each other we said we want to,

I wanna give him the world
I wanna hold his hand
I wanna be his mom for as long as I can
and I wanna live every moment until that day comes
I wanna show him what it means to be loved

so we spent each day, watchin' every minute
and prayin' for our baby boy
and I will not forget the way I felt that moment
when he came into this world
but they took him, from the room just as soon as he was born
and watchin' through a window I could see him holdin' on
when a voice inside me said...

I wanna give him the world
I wanna be his dad
I wanna hold him close for as long as I can
and I wanna live every moment until that day comes
I wanna show him what it means to be loved

I said everyday
he's been out to prove the doctors wrong
oh and you should see him now
he's as handsome as his dad, (probably when he was younger ;) )
He now has the wedding band, and now
theres a woman at the front door waiting just to walk down the church aisle,

and he wants to give her the world
wants to hold her hand

My parent's have shown me what it means to be loved

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