I just wanted to share a little miracle in my life. You might think I'm silly.
My sister had her baby, Dinah Villette, about a month before Thanksgiving. The plan was to drive down to their house in Arizona for the holiday to meet the baby and attend the blessing.
Around the time that Dinah was born, everyone around us started getting sick. Pretty much every person I knew.... except me! And my boys! We just kept on being healthy. But I knew that it was inevitable that we'd get sick unless we quarantined ourselves, which just isn't feasible or fair for a healthy little boy. And I also knew that if we were sick, staying for almost a week in the same home as a newborn baby would be out of the question.
So I started praying that if we got sick, it would be either before or after Thanksgiving, but not during Thanksgiving week. It was a pretty specific thing to pray for.
As November went on, and we were still 100% healthy, I started getting more and more worried. Would we be able to go see my little niece? Would we get sick the day we were going to leave? I know, I worry too much. But it was a big deal to me. And I kept praying.
Two weeks before Thanksgiving, jr. suddenly got a nasty cold. A few days later, Josh came down with a bad sore throat that kept him home from work for a couple of days. Then I got suuuper congested.
A day or two after the sicknesses had run their courses, we were all perfectly healthy again, just in time to get in the car and drive down to Arizona.
A coincidence? You could try to say it was. But I know it wasn't. It's little things like these that consistently show me, over and over again, that there is a God, and that He listens to my prayers. I never cease to be amazed.
Mother's Day 2017
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