Blessed, Blessed ... Blessed: The Untold Story of Our Family's Fight to Love Hard, Stay Strong, and Keep the Faith When Life Can't Be Fixed
Missy Robertson
Language: English
Pages: 131
ISBN: 2:00308717
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Missy Robertson knew that marrying duck-hunting family man Jase Robertson would be an adventure . . . and she was up to the challenge. Their life together was good (even after Jase grew the beard). They had two children, worked hard to help build the thriving Duck Commander business, and loved and served God.
But after a difficult and risky pregnancy, their daughter, Mia, was born with a cleft palate―a serious condition requiring multiple cranial and facial surgeries. As their baby struggled to breathe, and Missy and Jase faced a life that suddenly looked very different than the one they’d planned, they found themselves staring down one of life’s biggest questions: Where is God in all this pain?
This is the Robertsons’ story. It’s for anyone scared and overwhelmed by a problem they can’t fix; anyone lost and searching for a way through. You’ll meet the young girl Mia who captured A&E’s Duck Dynasty viewers’ hearts, and learn how Missy and Jase have raised her and their sons to be faithful, confident, and secure in who they are. You’ll be inspired by how the Robertson family stuck by each other through the hardest times. And you’ll discover that God’s blessings are bigger than you ever dreamed―and there when you need them the most.
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Treat any other expectant mother. She was attentive to the potential complication, but it was no longer a major issue. Jase and I were so relieved! At twenty weeks, with the uncertainty and trauma of the past five months finally behind us, we were so excited about the ultrasound that would reveal our baby’s gender. When we found out we were having a baby girl, we were elated. I finally felt free to reconnect with the dreams I once had of being able to dress my daughter in beautiful clothes, give.
Generosity covered most of our travel expenses, and we were surprised and grateful to be on the receiving end of such kindness. But that wasn’t all. Alan had mentioned to the congregation the types of items that had been stolen from us, and by Sunday evening the boys had some new Nintendo games, we had a new stash of movies, and there even was a new diaper bag for Mia. In those days, we did not have extra money to buy things like DVDs. Because of people’s selfless giving, we ended up with more.
Soon was that she had to wear her nasal stent every day for another month to keep her nasal passages from collapsing. I wasn’t ready to expose her to what I thought would be finger-pointing and laughing and other children making fun of her. In addition, she wouldn’t be allowed to do any physical activity because an injury at that point in her recovery could be a serious setback. All I wanted was to protect her. After several days of Mia’s pleas and my saying “You can’t go yet,” I talked to her.
The stakes were. Not only did Mia have to be on a liquid diet, she had to do it without letting anything touch or pass her upper lip. She could not use a straw or purse her lips on a spoon; she had to pour liquid into her mouth from a cup that rested on her bottom lip. That was difficult on its own! I could not blame her for not being enthusiastic about this recovery. I’ve Got an Idea! I had to get creative and expand her culinary choices. A couple of weeks before Mia’s surgery, I invited a.
Of them. Mia’s cousins also surrounded her to play a game of Old Maid, thanks to the deck Mamaw Kay pulled out of her purse. Everyone was cracking jokes, taking pictures and, well, just being themselves. All this activity helped keep Mia, as well as me and Jase, thinking positively and staying upbeat. Mia opted to not take the goofy juice this time. She told me she wanted to be awake and alert so she could tell everyone good-bye as she was being rolled back through the operating doors. Whoa! I.