That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana,
  only 24 weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency cesarean to deliver the
  couple's new daughter, Danae Lu Blessing. At 12 inches long and weighing
  only one pound and nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously
  premature.

  Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs. I don't think
  she's going to make it, he said, as kindly as he could. "There's only a
  10 percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if
  by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel
one."

  Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor
  described the devastating problems Danae would likely face if she survived.
  She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind,
  and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from
  cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.

  "No! No!" was all Diana could say. She and David, with their
  5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a
  daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that
  dream was slipping away.

  Through the dark hours of morning as Danae held onto life by the thinnest
thread, Diana slipped in and out of sleep, growing more and more determined
that their tiny daughter would live, and live to be a healthy, happy young
girl. But David, fully awake and listening to additional dire details of
their daughter's chances of ever leaving the hospital alive, much less
  healthy, knew he must confront his wife with the inevitable.

David walked in and said that we needed to talk about making funeral
arrangements. Diana remembers, 'I felt so bad for him because he was doing
everything, trying to include me in what was going on, but I just wouldn't
listen, I couldn't listen.' I said, "No, that is not going to happen, no
way! I don't care what the doctors say; Danae is not going to die! One day
she will be just fine, and she will be coming home with us!"

  As if willed to live by Diana's determination, Danae clung to life
hour after hour, with the help of every medical machine and marvel her
miniature body could endure. But as those first days passed, a new agony
set in for David and Diana. Because Danae's underdeveloped nervous system
was essentially raw, the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her
discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their
chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Danae
struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and
wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little
girl.

  There was never a moment when Danae suddenly grew stronger. But as the
weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of
strength there. At last, when Danae turned two months old, her parents were
able to hold her in their arms for the very first time. And two months
later - though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances
of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero.

  Danae went home from the hospital, just as her mother had
predicted. Today, five years later, Danae is a petite but feisty young girl
with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She shows no
signs, what so ever, of any mental or physical impairment.

  Simply, she is everything a little girl can be and more - but that happy
ending is far from end of her story.
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  One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in
Irving,Texas, Danae was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a
local ballpark where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing. As
always, Danae was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other
  adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent. Hugging her arms
across her chest, Danae asked, "Do you smell that?" Smelling the air and
detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells
like rain."

   Danae closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell
that? " Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get
wet, it smells like rain. Still caught in the moment, Danae shook her head,
patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No,
it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His
chest." Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Danae then happily hopped down to
play with the other children. Before the rains came, her daughter's words
confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family
had known, at least in their hearts, all along. During those long days
and nights of her first two months of her life, when her nerves were too
sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Danae on His chest and it
is His loving scent that she remembers so well.

Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will happen. It is the evidence
of what we cannot see, so you see it is impossible to please God without is.
Believe in the Lord by faith and don't doubt it. If you want to come to God you must believe
that He exsists and that He rewards the ones who come to Him by faith.
~Hebrew 11:1&6~

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