Friday, August 5, 2016



The   smell of rain  

 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  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.


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.


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