Miracles Still Happen

I was in agony this past week. I had some kind of sickness that went deep into my bones. Every single part of my body ached; I would awaken at night in a pool of sweat and coughed so hard I thought my head and chest would explode. I literally laid around for 3 days and at times would groan out loud because I couldn't do anything thing else.

Friday afternoon, Zach sent me a text saying he was feeling bad and I prayed so hard he would not get what I had. So he came home laid around all evening and into Saturday...I kept praying. Saturday afternoon I sent Derek and his date off to the prom and I retired to the couch...again I was moaning and groaning. Finally, I went to bed feeling at my worst. It couldn't be possible to feel this bad after 4 days. I couldn't sleep, but my eyes burned from pure exhaustion. So I prayed. I asked God to simply heal me right now. I couldn't take it anymore.

After about an hour of prayer, my eyes popped wide open. I hadn't slept a wink, but felt like I just had a great night's sleep. I got up and walked into the bathroom...something was wrong...no something was very right. I kept looking at my fingertips. I couldn't believe it. All the pain, the arthritic feeling in my bones and the horrendous headache were all gone--just like that. It was like it all just slipped right out of my fingers. I stood there with my mouth hanging open...not believing it. I almost jumped up and down I felt so alive. I looked up and said, "Thank you, Jesus!"

Zach was playing basketball today and headed to youth this evening. He is feeling much better after less than 48 hours. Again, a perfect answer to my passionate plea. Sometimes God answers my prayers in ways I least expect and sometimes times I don't even hear from Him. And sometimes He send me a miracle. I could just picture Him last night smiling, kissing me on the forehead and saying, "Your still my daughter and I still love you." Boy, did I need that!