Jeni stepanek childrens books

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Messenger: The Legacy of Mattie J.T. Stepanek and Heartsongs

January 20, 2011

Mattie is so inspirational. The doctors predicted his death right after he was born, but he lived. They said that he would never learn like a normal child. They were right. Mattie started homeschooling when he was 10 at the learning level of a 9th grader. He died for five and a half minutes once. He's a miracle child, born July 17, on the 17th minute of the 17th hour (5:17 P.M.), measuring 17 inches and weighing 2,017 grams. His shyness eroded at age 6, and he began writing poetry he called his Heartsongs. He was touched by God, and even became known a messenger because of his revels he had with Him. Early in the year he predicted the dark day on March 30th, and on that day he woke up in the hospital, stricken with temporary blindness, then fell into a weeks-long coma. He awoke again, alert and himself. Some time later, a piece of skin caught and clogged his airway in his trachea, and he passed out. When the nurse removed it, he woke up, saying, "Don't believe the Christmas trees. Everything is so much more beautiful and wonderful and glorious then we can imagine or create, especially the lights and the angels. The angels are nothing like what you put on a Christmas tree." He wrote poems for the fami