When I first met her in the spring of 2011, she weighed five pounds. Doctors had given little hope for her survival. It wasn’t known if she would ever be able to really see or hear. Seizures would quake through her tiny, fragile body.
But even then, I could tell – little Victoria was a fighter.
It’s in her name. Victoria. Victorious. Conqueror. A precious hand-crafted girl who continues to remind everyone she meets of God’s power and His creativity. A chunky bundle of snuggly love who loves to be held, loves to play. Her world may be different than those around her – she can’t yet run or feed herself – but it’s still a full, vibrant world.
She can see and soon will hear, thanks to the kindness of people and the skill of great doctors. And she can move. Goodness, she can move.
Victoria is a reminder. A reminder that God makes beautiful things. A reminder that we are truly fearfully and wonderfully made. A reminder that God is still in the miracle business.
I close my eyes and I see Victoria playing in the playground. I see her attending school. I see her with hands raised worshiping the Lord.
She is a reminder to me to never discount God’s power. She is a reminder to me that God loves little fighters – because He is a victorious God.