Grayson Project

So much has happened in the past few months.  Just two weeks ago, we were struggling emotionally over missing Grayson.  Patrick and I are felt like we were at the bottom, hopeless.  Well, not hopeless because we know that God is there, but hopeless that anything positive was going to come out of any of our journey.  Yes, I've had visions for the last year of what could be done through Grayson's short life and our journey through anencephaly, but never, in my wildest dreams did I think it would happen so quickly.

 After a few bad weeks in May and my first mother's day without Grayson, I felt defeated.  Patrick and I knew that we needed someone to come and save us from the pit that we were falling into.  After watching Private Practice on Tuesday night, Grayson's 3 months birthday, I found my self even more emotional.  I felt bitter and angry because I didn't have him with me.  It had hit me.  The realization that Grayson wasn't coming back and that I really just had a baby and had to bury him was too much for me to fathom.  How could I have had a baby and had to bury him within a few days of bringing him into the world?

With a bunch of different emotions running through my head, I clicked the button to upload my beautiful baby boy's photo.  Within 24 hours, I was notified that my photo had been removed because of content!! Content, my baby's face was removed because someone found it offensive.  In a world of sexual media and profanity, my sweet baby's newborn photo was too graphic?! I quickly posted a comment in my frustration, and that's all it took.  With the click of a button, the entire world was shaken.  Within 24 hours, Grayson's photo had done viral.  I'm not putting it lightly either.  I received messages from all over the world, some in different languages.  That's when the fire in my heart came back.  A precious baby boy with a fatal birth defect could shake a nation, a planet?!  Amazing.

Jesus.  Jesus. Jesus.  In the moment of desperation and pain, He came.  He didn't just send someone to rescue us out of the pit...he sent the world to encourage us.  That's how He does things.  Sometimes small and sometimes far bigger than you could ever imagine.  He chose for us, far bigger! I'm so glad He did.  God knew that three months after Grayson's death that the reality was going to hit me.  He knew that Private Practice was going to have a doctor on there that was pregnant with anencephaly.  He also knew that I would be watching it and that I was already an emotional wreck.

Here it goes....in my weakness, His power was made perfect.  He knew.  He knew since the beginning of time that the week of May 12th was going to be a rough one for Heather and Patrick Walker.  So, like He always does, He proved Himself faithful once again.  He showed up and showed off!  What some meant for evil against us...God meant for good.

Our vision for starting something came into fruition within a week.  Now, two weeks later, Grayson Project, is a non-profit organization.  Did I think that it would happen this fast, no.  But, Grayson's story reached across an entire planet and you can't tell me that wasn't God's timing.  I'm happy to say that we planned our first event.  We designed t-shirts with our logo and Psalm 139:13-14.  We had an amazing turn out at the Chik-fil-a in Millingotn.  People came to support Grayson.  They came knowing that God's plan was underway.  After four incredible hours of meeting people and selling shirts, we concluded our first Grayson Project event.