where amazing happens…

A few months back, I wrote a post about my nephew (cousin’s son) who had passed away (please see http://lt786.wordpress.com/2009/01/02/from-him-we-comeand-to-him-is-our-return/).  Anyways, his wife and him had two twins (Ahmed and Muhammad–not sure of the exact spelling) but they were very premature.  At the time of the post, Ahmed had passed away and Muhamad was fighting for his life…

Last night I went over to my cousin’s place and got to see my nephew, Muhammad.  While my sister was putting him to sleep and I was sitting next to him, I kept on thinking how amazing this is.  My lips kept saying subhan’Allah every time he moved or smiled or giggled, but it wasn’t a normal subhan’Allah that usually comes from my tongue.  Every time I said it, it was as if my my heart shivered or was moved because here was a kid, a few months ago, who was barely one pound and at the brink of death.  Now, mash’Allah, he is alive and well (with the exception of minor things that will insh’Allah get better in the near future).

Look at those cheeks mash'Allah! You don't know how hard I had to hold back from just devouring them! Let him get a little stronger then I am going to unleash my love muhaha...

The entire time I was there, I couldn’t help but think about the theme of the NBA playoffs this year, “Where amazing happens” and I kind of chuckled.  Here I was, by one of the most amazing acts of God that I have ever seen in my life; and then I realized something.  We are all surrounded by amazing things, we just don’t notice it or appreciate it.  Whether we are driving and we see a leaf fall to the ground, or if we’re at a store and we see a little kid walking while holding on to their parent, we are surrounded by amazing.  Amazing happens every day in our life, and I just realized last night, almost 26 years late, that I don’t truly appreciate the awesomeness of God and all that He has given me.

Better late than never, right?

-peace-

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