I’ve been wrestling over what to post here.
Part of me, the storyteller part of me, wants to share the story as it happened, saving the best part for last, allowing the miracle to soak in rather than drenching you with it.
But many of you have faithfully prayed for us, and you deserve to know that your prayers have been more than answered.
As I write this, I’m sitting at my dining room table, watching the birds crowding the feeder. Upstairs, a little girl sleeps in her own bed.
We are home.
Our ten days shrank to six, because Tarica’s seizures happened at the right time and the doctors were able to collect enough information to release her. Tarica’s doctor called it “very uncommon.”
We serve a God of the uncommon and miraculous, and my heart is saturated with gratitude and praise.
Isn’t this amazing? Rejoice with me, with us. God has been so good.
I’ll still tell you the story, because there are many moments of grace in the details and I want to share them with you.
One shadow spreads itself over my joy. We have been given a miracle, but many still wait for theirs. I’m thinking especially of Juliann, a reader who left a comment last week about her twin baby boys in the NICU. I don’t know Juliann personally, but a few of my friends are friends of hers. Juliann is still waiting for a miracle. One of her sons is not doing well, and they are waiting now for some test results.
Will you pray for Juliann’s babies?
Our God has yet to run out of miracles.