35 weeks was bit early to be making your entrance into this world. Having said that, I am very glad that you arrived when you did.
Many months ago, I asked our heavenly Father to send you here, before you got too sick, before the best we would give you would not be enough.
You were 5 days old when you arrived at God's Littlest Angels orphanage. You weighed 3lb 4.5oz. You hadn't eaten much, if anything since you were born. You were so tiny, and so weak from hunger that you caught an infection. The nurses noticed right away that you were not breathing very well. You had pneumonia, and oxygen didn't help. You were to tired to breathe by yourself.
Thankfully for all of us, God orchestrated a plan to save your life. He knew you would special care. He knew that your Mother's womb could not sustain you. He knew that your parents did not think that they could raise you. He knew that the hospital they couldn't even afford did not have the medical equipment that you needed. And he knew an orphanage that did.
So you came here, to GLA, where I placed you on CPAP. Soon, you were breathing normally. Peace for fretfullness. A rosy glow for ashen pallor.
I sighed as I watched you sleep that afternoon, nestled in my arms. A day ago, my heart had trembled - another precious baby girl had flown off to the United States for heart surgery. That same day, God sent you to bless me. The timing of your arrival was perfect for both of us.
Over the next few days, I knew, you would rest as you healed, all the time, growing stronger. You are precious, Sarah. God made you, and he ordred your steps from the very beginning. You are precious, Sarah. You are an answer to prayer.