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Yes, Emily mused as she picked up her infant son and rocked him in the darkened nursery.  Even when you really believe in God, even when you are sure that the Bible is true when it says, “when two or three are gathered together in My name, there I am in their midst”, even when you knew miracles happen all the time – still it was mind-boggling when it happened to you.  It would have been nice if she could have said the pregnancy was easy after that, but it wasn’t.  She was sick the whole time, there were many things she couldn’t do; the baby was premature and spent some time in ICU.  Now he had asthma and needed constant watching as he would stop breathing while he slept.

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But their attitude was different, she and Bob.  Emily guessed that was the gift of true faith.  It wasn’t that God kept bad things from happening; they still did.  And Emily was a strong woman; she had always weathered it when bad things happened.   But now, it was more than that. She could do more than weather the storms.  She knew for certain that God was right there beside her.  When the storms came He carried her through.

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“And you are home now, Michael, my miracle child,” she whispered.  “Did you know that God gave you especially to me?  I’ll make sure you know that, little one.  And do you know you have an angel who will always take care of you?  He’s all white, and light.  Just ask your brother.”