But God…

Let me start by saying I’m not the writer in the family. I usually leave that up to my husband, but here I am about to pour out my heart.

When God specifically asked me to write about our story I immediately answered, “I can’t“. Picture a two year old not getting their way with a long drawn out, “NOOOOOO!” That’s about what I sounded like. If you know Jesus you know saying “no” to Him is every thing BUT satisfying.

A year ago today we finally got to meet our baby boy, Oliver Joseph Hall! It was a very long delivery and all natural. I do not recommend that (go for the drugs)!

The room got quiet moments after he was born as the NICU doctors and nurses rushed in. I wanted to hold him. I wanted his daddy to cut the cord. I wanted them to give him a bath and hand him right back to me. That didn’t happen.

Oli had bleeding on his brain in two places and they were sending my only hours old baby to a completely different hospital without me!

Side note: God orchestrated every single nurse in my delivery room along with my doctor. They were all Christians! As soon as Oli was born they told my husband and brother to go lay hands on him and pray over him.

Twelve hours after having him I was released from the hospital with a two-hour drive to get to him. I myself have never been in a NICU until that day and I can tell you it’s the most heart-gripping room I’ve ever been in. At the time I couldn’t tell you what hurt worse. The half-mile walk after just having a baby, the sound of nurses running with a baby that just stopped breathing (praying it wasn’t Oli), the whole minute you have to wash your hands and arms before they let you into the NICU or the sight of my baby laying there helpless in an incubator. I was in shock. This story pulls my heartstrings for my precious baby but this story isn’t about Oli. It’s about Jesus!

On Friday Oli was born.

On Saturday Oli was in the worst section of the NICU.

On Saturday night Oli got his own room on the NICU floor; the ONLY room with a futon couch and shower (Praise God)!


A lot of the 36 hours we spent in that hospital were a emotional blur, but I’ll never forget getting to finally nurse my baby with all the IV’s in his head and arms and hearing God say, “he is Mine before he is yours”.

What peace that brought over me knowing the God of creation called my baby His!

What joy that brought even with my new momma’s heart so broken.

That my baby (my heart outside my body) is in Gods hand.

That God held him before I ever could.

That God entrusted to me his precious soul.

That on Sunday God would completely heal my baby.

We got to go home that Sunday night and the doctors were telling us it would take a least a year for the bruising/blood spots to go away.

But God:

One week old.One week old.


I believe God used those 3 days to change us!

He is Sovereign!

He is Good!

He is the ultimate healer!

He is LORD!

Today, Oliver Joseph turned ONE! We are so in love with him and his personality! And to celebrate him is to celebrate who God is!


“1 As He was passing by, He saw a man blind from birth. 2 His disciples questioned Him: “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind? ” 3 “Neither this man nor his parents sinned,” Jesus answered. “This came about so that God’s works might be displayed in him.

— John 9:1-3 HCSB

– Sarah Elizabeth Hall