*This was originally written on September 29, 2015. However, I recently lost all my blog content, so when I came across it while digging through my personal archives, I figured it was worth sharing again. It has been updated to present time.*
This day is one of the most important in my life. On this day, 31 years ago, I became a big sister. I remember the anticipation and excitement of my baby brother’s arrival. Little did I know, God would use Him in a mighty way.
At the tender age of 2, my baby brother, Jose, was diagnosed with cancer. His ever-so-energetic and active little body turned fragile and weak. I remember there were times he appeared nearly lifeless because the chemotherapy seemed to take everything from him. My baby brother was on his deathbed…so soon!
Our family didn’t practice any form of religion or faith until that point. Although I remember visiting church with my Abuela (grandmother) and thanking God at mealtime: “God is great, God is good, thank You for this food”, I didn’t know much about God or was even sure if He was real. While the chemotherapy took a toll on him and the doctors were unsure of the outcome, God knew that His plans were to give our family hope and a future (Jeremiah 29:11).
To make a long story short, God had the final say. My baby brother survived his battle with cancer and our family accepted Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior. He is our miracle. Where doctors said the chemotherapy would stunt his growth, God blessed him with height taller than all four of us children at 5′ 11″. Where doctors said he would have learning disabilities he graduated as an honor student and served in student council of his high school class.
Where doctors said he would be unable to reproduce, God blessed him with a beautiful wife and copy + paste image of a son that’s almost 6 years old and just as energetic as he was as a little boy.
My baby brother’s talents and passion for music and art are amazing. I am proud to know that He allows God to use him as a vessel to share the good news.
My baby brother was the means by which our family would come to know God and His gift of salvation. I remember when he would walk up to strangers, show his scar that goes across his stomach from one side to the other and proudly say “Jesus saved me”. While I was afraid at the thought of losing my baby brother and wondering how we would live without him, God was more concerned with our eternity, losing us and living without Him.
Just as His Word says: “The Lord is not slow in doing what he promised—the way some people understand slowness. But God is being patient with you. He does not want anyone to be lost, but he wants all people to change their hearts and lives.” 2 Peter 3:9 NCV
It has been a joy watching my baby brother grow into a handsome young man with a family of his own. His life has truly changed mine, for that I’m blessed and forever grateful. Being a proud big sister I’m also one of his biggest fans. If you would please do me a favor, follow him out on Instagram and wish him a “Happy Birthday” while you’re at it! And don’t forget to visit his website: Jose W. Photography to see some of his amazing work.