Little Miracles.♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡by #@AuthorNaomii

Omniscient Point of view ♤ ♡ ♡ Have you ever been told something so heartbreaking? Like "I'm sorry, you can't have children ever.."? or "There is something wrong but we can't tell what it is "? Which would you prefer to hear first? That you are being diagnosed with a nameless disease or you can't have children because you are very sick. How sick?you'll want to ask and then before the doctor can give a reply,you add "Why me"? As if he would have an answer to that. ♤ ♤ Mr and Mrs. Amaechi stared right at the doctor in disbelief. He didn't just say all that,right? Well,he did. The doctor just informed the couple they wouldn't have children because Mrs.Ameachi wasn't going to have children. Not now and not ever. And why?because she was very sick. Good thing he started with the usual 'brave talk' then a suggestion of adopting a child or delivery through surrogacy,before he dropped the first bomb on the couple. But it still didn't go well with either of the couple. They let him talk and after,held hands and left without saying a word. The drive home was silent.Infact,until the next morning they didn't say a word to any one or the other.Simply,silence. ♤ ♤ Miracle's point of view Hi Miss Anonymous, One thing about my parents I'd never change is their ability to make our life feel like some fictional story.They have talent if you ask me and I for one ,I'm a huge fan. Even as a baby,they failed not to tell me about my story or...how it began.They always said this word 'Miracle'.And growing up, I had no idea what it meant.Don't think I do now though.But I sure do. They call me a Miracle or their Miracle. And when I was seven,I finally asked one of my numerous questions 'why?' And they decided to re-tell the story. Their first Miracle, received, together, is ME. They told me how devastating and shocking it was when the doctor diagnosed my mum.Mum said she wanted to scream but couldn't even find her voice. Dad said he wanted answers but he couldn't even formulate any questions.They were shocked. My family is what you can call a devoted Christian family. As at that time, they had been married for three years and were starting to wonder why a baby wasn't coming when they were both healthy. My grandparents on both sides were equally worried. Even the church. But after the little incident that made them go to the hospital, they finally had something to blame-the sickness and therefore something to pray about. My mother was busy doing the laundry when she felt light headed and sat down to rest for a moment only to wake up the next morning in the hospital. Dad said she also bled from 'under'.A miscarriage? Nop.The start of terror. Expecting to hear about a miscarriage,they were informed Mum was very sick and couldn't bare children because of a nameless disease. Devastating. But as the devoted Christians they were,they 'went to God with their problem'. Apparently, God gave them 'rest' in their sixth year of marriage. After so many bleeding out,external and internal.Severe pains and the going in and out of the hospital. And half a month Coma,she was pregnant. First child and daughter, ME. Dad said it took almost 24hours to get me out alive and keep mum alive too.Everyone was present. We weren't famous but it felt like it with the number of people present. Family, friends and church. I was born in the fifth month of pregnancy. Very premature.And countless times my little heart stopped beating but somehow,as everyone says, 'God loves me dearly'. One time, for an entire hour,my heart stopped when I was about three months old.My parents were emotionally drained and the church shocked that 'God' would let an innocent child like me,pass like that. Then I suddenly sneezed and let out a scream that echoed around the entire hospital. The pastor teased my parents,saying 'she had to let the devil know she lives because the Lord lives..' Surprisingly, I started responding well to the treatments and feeding formula and my Mum was cured of the nameless disease. I stayed nine months in the hospital. On the first of a new Month, I was home with my parents, our family and the church. Home to stay. At a year and three months I was finally dedicated to God.And into Christian-dom. One thing I know is Christianity is not what the so called Christians say it is. All my life,I've explored the world. The Christian world. A world I don't feel apart of. A world I can't understand or follow because I have too many questions. And no one seems to know the answers. But they tell me to go to the Lord, 'ask and He shall answer'.But..how can I go to Him?when they tell me He is everywhere?!! Then they say He will come to me if I live a devoted Christian life? ? Then I ask yet another question ,what is a "devoted Christian life? " I expected them to give an example of my parents since I always hear our pastor and Co address them as 'devoted Christians' but I guess indeed, no one is perfect. Except the Lord. Arrrgghhhh. Very frustrating how it all leads back to Him. The Lord. My only resolution is to follow as long as I can finally understand what a 'Miracle' is.How to receive one and the Lord seems to be the only way. So,I'll have to live the life. That life. The 'Christian life'. A complicated yet simple life. Pretty like the rose ...but definitely not dangerous like the rose to.Of anything, the toxicity comes from the people and the simplicity comes from the Lord. Not like I understand Him or ever will but since 'Miracles' what I wonder so much about comes from Him,then I plan on knowing Him. Not going to be easy...knowing someone you can't SEE or TOUCH or HEAR. But I'll try. I tried. But I'll still try. He lives,right?so I'll find a way.The way. I just have to not ever give up. Then I'll be good. I'll be fine. I hope so. I really do.... Hope so. Signed Mira...MMA. ~~~~~ To be continued. ... See you next chapter. ..thanks for reading this. Remember to follow,vote and leave a comment.