A Concurrence of Miracles

I bow my head in tearful thanksgiving for the precious lives of Marlee Jo and Runner Cosette. How very blessed each of these little girls were to have been so loved and cherished literally every second of their lives. I pray for continued strength and for the comfort of peace to be upon these families as they embark on this painful journey of loss.

I can’t say for certain, but I imagine that Nornor jumped right out of her baff tub with her fuzzy wispy hair still wet, and ran as fast as she could to greet her sweet little trisomy sisters. When Jesus came into view she sent them off running straight into His arms.

 In Sweet Loving Memory of
Marlee Jo
July 12 – 14, 2015
Runner Cosette
July 11 – 15, 2015

I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed.
(Romans 8:18-19)

Next Door / Next Day

Within this same maternity ward, over the course of eight years I mentored three young women through adoptions, the first in 1994. Here again, in a matter of just TWO days, I’ve been here to support TWO families in the birth of their daughters, both who have trisomy 18!

A second baby girl has been born in the room right next door to where Runner was born. Her name is Marlee. Again, I had the honor of being there to meet Marlee after she was born and to give HOPE in this uncertain situation.

Same optimal spot in the parking garage, I hurried through the familiar halls up to the 9th floor. Runner had gone home with her family just hours before, and is doing well. PRAISE GOD!!! A lump welled up in my throat as I glanced into their vacant room as I passed by. I won’t soon forget the miraculous scene that unfolded in there. I recalled how Bridge Over Troubled Water was “randomly” playing yesterday as I walked in. How perfectly appropriate.

 And now just the next room down the same intense anticipation hangs heavy outside the door as Marlee is about to be born. A familiar face from yesterday’s staff is already standing vigil, her head against the wall and tears in her eyes. We talk. We hug. We comfort one another. Sweet Shirley. 

We are met with some of Aimee’s family, who invite me to sit with them in a room down the hall. As Shirley’s attention is needed elsewhere, I accept their offer. Throughout Aimee’s pregnancy I had only corresponded with her through Facebook and had never met in person. This was my first time meeting everyone. I shared a little bit about Nora also with her family and showed them pictures. Showed them hope.

Before long, Marlee’s arrival was announced. She was here, along with the reinforced tangle of uncertainty. Marlee was experiencing some trouble breathing, but she was breathing! When Aimee and Nick were ready the visitors streamed in. I stood in wait, not wanting to impose.

And then it was my turn. With great reverence and awe, I entered the room. A very tiny pink little bundle laid on her smiling mama’s chest. Marlee. Her delicate little features demanded our attention and besieged the hearts of everyone in that room. 

Marlee, Runner, Nora – God’s beautiful creations that He has entrusted us with. Each mighty little life has been lavished with great purpose which will unfold day by day as the budding of a beautiful flower. 

I can’t predict the road ahead for these families – just as I could not predict my own. However, I do know that each of these little ladies will change their families in ways they never could have imagined. There will be times of intense joy, and also times of intense worry, but it will all be worth it. THIS is what it means to love your children with reckless abandon – as Christ loves us in all of our own “imperfections”. Despite this often uncomfortable interruption of “life as usual”, despite the possibility of being deeply wounded in grief, we have said YES, LORD. YES, to these sweet, delicate little babies who bring with them a message of WONDROUS love. 

“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
(‭Matthew‬ ‭25‬:‭40‬ NIV)

Please add little Marlee to your prayers. That her little body will strengthen with each passing hour, that the doctors and dear nurses will continue to efficiently and expertly attend to her needs as they arise, and that little Marlee will get to go home as Runner did. Praise you, God for these precious miracles!


The crisp smell of sterilized linens accents the respectably quiet hallway. Miracles await behind the row of closed doors. I am anxious as I near the Lundstrom room, but trustfully filled with hope. What feels like a timeless era ago, this was me – balanced precariously in a state of vague uncertainty. I pray to be of comfort and to say the right words, to offer them hope, to be a vessel for the Holy Spirit. As I enter the room I am embraced into a great sense of peace, literally and figuratively. We wait and we pray, tears cascading over smiles.

A labor of true and unconditional love transpires as the minutes indifferently tick by. Outside the window a lone barn swallow soars effortlessly through the air, unaware of the anxiety behind this window of the building below. My hands clenched in prayer, I quietly plead for this family.

There is something to be said for the mommy and the daddy who boldly choose to walk down this path. The ones who stand bravely firm against the callous suggestions to end the pregnancy because it isn’t “perfect”. This beautiful example of sacrificial love makes my heart swell.

By noon the great moment was upon us. With each great effort we waited and we listened. We prayed. At 12:35 pm, she joined us in this world. The beautiful sound of a newborn cry, Runner Cosette Lundstrom, beautiful baby girl.

Outside the window there were an unmistakable second and third barn swallow who joined the first. I watched the three birds perform their aerial acrobatics as I gave tearful thanks and praise to God.

What a great honor it has been today to be present for this miraculous birth. To hold her, to love her and to advocate for Runner was such an incredible gift.

As I lay here in bed tonight, my thoughts and prayers are ever with Natalie, Will, the rest of their amazing family, and that BEAUTIFUL, PERFECT baby girl. Her feisty little cry echoes in my mind like a favorite song of which I will never forget the lyrics.

Throughout the day Runner had experienced several apnea episodes. Please pray that these will subside and that her precious, unique little body will adjust to life outside of her mama’s protective womb. Please also pray for a smooth transition from the hospital to their home, that all the little details will be taken into account.

This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.
(‭Psalm‬ ‭118‬:‭24‬ ESV)

Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. (‭James‬ ‭1‬:‭2-4‬ NIV)


Today is the day. The day that seemed so far off into the future for so long for the Lundstrom family. Today is the day that their precious little girl Runner will be born. Like Nora, Runner has been diagnosed with trisomy 18.

I have the great honor and privilege of being at the hospital to help support Natalie and Will as they welcome their sweet baby into this world.

Please pray for them. I will update later tonight.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. (‭Philippians‬ ‭4‬:‭6-7‬ NIV)