Do you believe in miracles? I never did, and I was sceptical that in our day and age they would even happen. I know miracles occurred in the early Christian church, but not now.
As soon as Noah drown I cried out to God for a miracle. I screamed at the top of my lungs for God to save my precious child. Selfishly, I told him to prove Himself. I had heard of a God who performed miracles - are you who you say you are?
Once Noah was pronounced brain dead, we were asked if we wanted to donate his organs to others. Luke and I didn't even have to discuss it, of course we would. If there was even a 1% chance we could save another family from the same hell we experiencing, we wanted to do it. Immediately, TransLife started making matches for Noah's organs. For 36 hours, I kept begging God to do a miracle. "Bring Noah back to his earthly body - make him stand up and walk!" God didn't allow it, not because He isn't a good God. He is sovereign and his plan was fulfilled for Noah's life and it wasn't my place to question it.
I didn't see it at first because it didn't suit my own intentions but three miracles did occur in that little hospital room. Noah gave the greatest gift of all to another human being - the gift of life. This is why we call Noah our Superman.
We have started the journey of reaching out to the organ recipients. It will be a long journey, but one that I hope will end in some healing. I recently wrote the following letter that will be sent to the recipients.
On March 18th of 2018, our beautiful son, Noah tragically and unexpectedly passed away at the age of 3. It is with both sadness, and joy, we write this letter to you.
Noah was born on July 11th, 2014. He was a beautiful boy, full of life and love. He was a kind and gentle child. He loved to play with his collection of toy cars and do puzzles. He was creative and loved to paint. As he grew older his favourite activity was to play LEGO. He would spend hours building LEGO with his daddy and once complete his imagination would take flight. He loved Paw Patrol, Cars, PJ Masks, and Transformers. Noah loved to read with his mommy and bedtime would be spent reading story after story. His favourite colour was blue.
We are so proud of our sweet Noah for gifting you the greatest gift of all. We believe that through our family’s tragedy, we could offer hope and a miracle to another family. Noah was, and will always be our Superman. He will be forever loved and forever missed. We are so proud of Noah.
We are thinking of you. You helped us find meaning in our loss. When you are ready, we would love to hear from you.
The Family of Noah
I don't know if the families will ever reach out to us, my prayer is that they do. Even if they don't I have to remember God is sovereign in that too.
I do serve a God of miracles. He is the God that made the blind to see and the deaf to hear. And through the cross, he did make the dead rise up.
I am one month closer to seeing Noah again.