We hear it said in all manner of ways – that our words have power. Sometimes we are cautioned to keep our talk positive or be careful how we talk about others. But I am not really talking about that. I am talking about Facebook.
(You didn’t see that one coming, did ya?)
Let me set the stage. My two day old baby was laying in a hospital bed, just hours after being snatched from death by some amazing emergency room doctors. Her prognosis was unknown. I hadn’t held her in hours. I could only stroke her tiny hand and cry as I stood next to her bed. I listened to the beeping and whirring of the many machines that were at the end of all the tubes and wires coming out of her teeny tiny body. My own body ached from my recent childbirth experience, and I hadn’t slept in days. I was living the very worst moments of my life right there in that hospital room.
This is what I posted on Facebook that day –
“[The Blessing] has been admitted into the ICU after a very dramatic ER experience. She is not doing well at all. Doc says this is only the beginning as we learn about the complications that come with Down Syndrome. Pray pray pray. We need a few miracles.”
And something happened. People started commenting –
“Praying for you all!!! And my “like” is for the miracles to come!!!”
“Praying. Love you”
“Our family is praying for yours”
“Praying my heart out”.
“We are with you in spirit. We love you. We are praying”
“Praying! Love you! (((Hugs!)))”
These are copied and pasted from that first post and are just a small portion of the many messages just like it.
I know that God answers prayer. I know that He got us through that horrendous ordeal and that He comforted me. The prayers of His people held us up.
But just the sentiments, typed in a comment box under a Facebook status did wonders to my heart. I cannot explain to you how very powerful it was to read all of them. Knowing that all of these people had us in their prayers, were thinking of us, and hoping miracles for us, was a soothing balm on my troubled heart.
I am a praying woman, but I rarely say, “I am praying for you”. It sounds so cliche, so empty. But I do pray for my friends and family. I read their status updates on Facebook and I keep tabs on their trials and I hope miracles for them. But I would never say it.
That is all changed. There is power in words. There is comfort and healing. There is hope. Every single Facebook message we received during The Blessing’s hospital stay lifted us up and gave us hope.
So now I say it. When I see a loved one hurting, I say it. And when I say it, know that I mean it. I am praying for you.
And, now look at The Blessing! Six months old and doing great!