Everyone has a story, that’s one of the things that MPS has taught us.
There is also a story behind SavingCase even before it was Saving Case & Friends.
SavingCase – the idea
Of course, we are praying, fighting, pushing to save Case. But that is to save him physically and mentally, so we can enjoy our life as a family for a much longer time, so that Case can impact people and love others the innocent way that he does, for a much longer time.
But really, the saving has already been done. SavingCase is God’s handiwork and was inspired His words:
My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from Him.
Psalm 62: 1-2. Also, savingcase is meant to be a reminder of God’s saving grace:
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— not by works, so that no one can boast.
Ephesians 2:8-9. God has already saved us and as he stands, saved Case, spiritually. While we work to keep him with us longer, we are comforted by our and his eternal salvation. In addition, even with whatever God does or does not do for Case, with Case, and through Case, it will not give us peace and rest in the long run – ours and his soul find rest in God alone.
SavingCase – the original logo
The original logo of the blog was of a boy holding a balloon of hope. It has an emotional backstory for us. If you read or know Case’s story, then you may know that about 4 hours after he was born, he stopped breathing, was blue and had a 50% oxygen level. He was put on a ventilator and after a day or two, diagnosed with persistent pulmonary hypertension of a newborn, a condition that we were told was fatal in about 20% of cases.
After the birth of each of our boys, a family member has bought us one of the Willow Tree collection figures. When I was first pregnant, I got one. After our first son, I got one of parents holding a baby. After the birth of our second son, we received one of a mother with two boys.
But when Case was born, we could not find one that had three children. The Willow Tree collection is carried in most hospital gift shops, so one day as Case remained in the NICU, I struggled to tell my mom that there was nothing there that would work. My anxiety over his condition was overwhelming my perspective. I was looking at all of the figures to try to figure out how I could best portray our newest child, our fragile addition, as part of our family.
Then I saw it. A little boy with a “hope” balloon. It fit him and the situation. And how little did I know that it would fit his life.