BLeSsInGs...

"Count your Blessings.. Name them one by one... Count your many Blessings.. See what God has done."

As to how I feel as of late..? VeRy BLeSsED...

For those of you who may not know (for some incredible reason), My family has endured over the last week (almost) one of the most INCREDIBLE blessing one is to witness.

(..To get a detailed scoop and before reading on go to www.stakerzxposed.blogspot.com Feb 1st posting.. I absolutely recommend it)

Last Saturday was typical for Myself. Alyssa Had a sleep over with her friends and had gone bowling with them that early afternoon. I was just picking up the house, doing laundry.. Misc. saturday activities. I saw I missed a call from my Mom. I had figured it was probably about Sunday dinner at her house. So I dialed "1" to listen to her voicemail. I heard her say "We've had something bad happen... Bron.."and she was fading off. I hung up immediately and called her. If something happened I wasn't going to waste any time.

"Mom, what were you just saying in your voicemail?!!". I almost felt like I was yelling at her. In panick. "Bronson Drowned in the Tub Mindy". She exclaimed. Bronson is my sweet little Nephew. My Brother Matt and Saras Son. Whom I was just saying at the last family Dinner I am in Awe at how Big he has gotten. Hes such a sweetheart. Mellow. 

Happy.

"What?!" I said. "Is he okay!?!" "Mindy, We dont even know if he is going to make it". Is what she had said and continued to tell me what happened and to Pray. I hung up the phone. Standing in Shock. This kind of thing doesnt happen to us. Sure, I'd believe Stitches with those poor Staker Boys climbing on a Rock. But not Drowning. And CERTAINLY NOT about to Die or even close to it.

I burst into tears.

The thought of Poor Bronson. The thought of SARA in that situation as a Mother who DEARLY loves her Children. The thought of My Brother. My poor, sweet Brother. I grabbed Weston and Gage, and told them Bronson had drowned and we needed to pray for them. As I wept. We knelt in Prayer and I pleaded with Our Heavenly Father that Bronson be okay. That Matt and Sara would have his blessing to be comforted and to know what to do, choices to make. And pleaded again for Bronson to be okay.

Immediately I thought of Alyssa. I called her. I shouldn't have. I told her to please find a quiet spot to pray for Bronson and told her what was going on. Immediately she started Weaping. She was bowling with her friends. How inconsiderate of me, I thought, to ruin her time. I only wanted prayers to be sent. ASAP!

I grabbed my phone. Went onto my facebook account and posted: "My heart is so heavy and is aching so bad for my little nephew Bronson who drowned in the tub. He is in critical condition at primary. Please extend your prayers for him and his sweet parents... For all who know and care for them."

Comments swarmed in... promises of prayers to be sent up. My goal was only to reach out to anyone who cared enough to send Prayers up on their behalf.

Prayers. We needed Prayers.

I cant explain how I felt the remaining of that day. Anxious. Sorrowful. Hopeful. SCARED. Scared that the outcome wasn't going to be what I was HOPING, PRAYING for.

I prayed several times over that day.

I hadnt remembered the last time I had done that. Prayers were being sent by the thousands on Bronsons behalf over the next few days! Matt surely has not given himself the credit he needs or deserves. He weeps over the NUMEROUS, and COUNTLESS amounts of prayers that have gone up on Bronsons Behalf. I can only imagine being in that place, knowing the hundreds of THOUSANDS of people who care. 

Who love them.

Matt, My dear sweet Brother Matt... YOU were the first one to Bless Bronson. You blessed him that he would become whole again. You, and your faith.. your Priesthood power. You pleaded to our Father in Heaven and by that power, by your faith... You Account for SO much of  the progress we've seen.

And Sara, Sweet STRONG diligent Sara. Anyone knows Sara knows just how amazing she is. Her faith, her spirit. You feel it. She's an amazing Mother to her children. She's a dear friend to all she meets.  She too has had a major impact in the goodness that has come of this Tragedy.

I have always had a faith in the power of priesthood blessings. I have grown up with them. They never fail. My father and my brothers have a tremendous amount of faith though as well. And Ive never known Any other Men to be so humble and spiritual.

How blessed am I to have them in my life. I truly have an amazing family. I cant say it enough, or enough to give them all the credit they deserve! My Dad used to tell me I picked HE and My Mom in heaven myself. How was I so lucky to be able to choose them before anybody else could? I dont know. I thank my father in heaven for it though. I was the last one. And Am so thankful I was.  Im sorry, Mark (family Joke, My Mom claims we were supposed to have one more boy named Mark. Its almost too bad we didn't. Maybe I wouldn't have had youngest child syndrome).

As Im counting my Blessings this past week:

Blessing number 1, the power Matt held in his hands and in his heart.

 Blessing number 2 was the prayers from the thousands that followed on Bronsons behalf. 

Blessing number 3: Bronson is alive and His mind is sound.

Blessing number 4: The countless amounts of people this story has effected, and brought together.

Blessing number 5: My own family. My amazing children. I have been holding them tighter. My patience is longer. My faith is endured.

Those are all HUGE blessings. Not to mention the countless other blessings I have. My Job, My home, Food, Clothing.. All the fine luxuries that we all take for granted every day. 

Timing. What about the timing. I often think about things that hold me up. Maybe they served a purpose in holding me up.  Maybe something I forgot kept something tragic from happening.  You never know. What if Laundry wasn't set on the Bed for Sara to see and put away. Bronson would have been fine. The saturday would have been just like any other saturday. 

Would we all have stopped to re-evaluate our own lives?

Don't get me wrong I am not wishing Bronson ill. I wouldn't wish What happened to Bronson  to happen to ANYONE, but what has come of it is MIRACULOUS!! I cant say it enough.I couldn't find a word to describe it, or my feelings, well enough. 

Bronson has been such a trooper.. and has come soo far over the last 5 days. We are so proud of his strong spirit which has come back and taken over his sweet little body and shown the same strength in it.  

I pray I will never forget the events that have happened over the last week. The feelings I have felt. The spirit which has consumed me. The stories of What has taken place with others. I pray  they only consume my thoughts, Mind and heart MORE. 

To better my life.

To better yours.