It has now been seven months and twenty days since I received that fateful phone call from the Carrollton, GA emergency room. Our family came face-to-face with a villain called necrotizing fasciitis and that villain tried to steal our daughter’s life away. We fought that thief with the only thing we knew; a heap of love and the power of prayer. The result has been nothing short of miraculous.
One of the first media interviewers I met asked me, “how do you deal with this horrific tragedy?” I was a bit surprised at the question, mainly because I did not and I still do not consider our situation to be a tragedy. Sandy Hook is a tragedy. The senseless loss of life that shook our country on December 14th is something that cannot be imagined. Our enemy, a rare bacterial infection, was nothing compared to the hate of a mad gunman. Our hearts mourn the losses of those families and our prayers will forever remain with the survivors.
As I told that reporter, our situation is a demonstration of the power of love. The way we see it, God’s love permeated not only the cities and communities around us, but it engulfed the entire world. Letters came from Asia, Europe, Australia, North and South America, all saying that Aimee had been lifted up in prayer. Complete strangers felt like lifelong friends, lifelong friends felt like family and our extended family was akin to the warmth of the womb.
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