Hanging-on-by-a-thread days slowly turned into stable weeks, which morphed into learning-to-walk-talk-and-swallow months. Katherine was soon dubbed the "slow motion miracle", but a lot of those early days didn't feel so miraculous.
We are now in the still-healing years of Katherine and Jay's story, one that began with the pen strokes of tangled nerves in an unborn baby's brain. What a strange way to begin a love story. But, as he so often does, our Author of Life used the unlovely details and plot points and characters to weave an unlikely gospel allegory.
Life where there was death. Beauty where there were ashes. Dancing where there was crying.
Jay and Katherine have become master storytellers and grace-filled characters, championing the truth that we are all stewards of our God-given stories. We may not get to write our stories, but we can trust the One who does.
We must surrender the story we think we deserve for the story we actually got. Jesus is a much better writer than I am, anyway.
The book of Psalms carries a running motif of proclaiming God's good works to the world: I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the LORD has done... Give thanks to the LORD and proclaim his greatness. Let the whole world know what he has done... I will proclaim your name to my brothers and sisters. I will praise you among your assembled people... I proclaim your saving acts in the great assembly; I do not seal my lips, LORD.
We are formed in the image of God, the master storyteller. It logically follows (and Scripture corroborates) that we are made to mimic our Maker, to declare His story and our story to the universe. May we never mistake a difficult chapter for a defeat, or death for a final page.
We owe this to one another: daily preach the good stories to your brothers and sisters. Tell the hope-giving stories to the world in whatever way you know how.