I want you to know, you had a hand in a miracle. Sure, God did the hard part, but when I asked for prayer… Wow.
Out of the compassionate goodness of your hearts you graciously met that request and God honored those prayers. My mother made a dramatic turn for the better once folks started praying, and she got home from the hospital Tuesday.
I know God answers prayers. I know God does miracles. But it never ceases to absolutely amaze me when He intervenes in my life and in the lives of those close to me. In those moments, faith and grace and intercession leave their dusty, abstract, theological shelves and come alive. God isn't the far-off King of the Universe. He's Daddy, hugging me close, holding my hand when I'm unsure and afraid.
One of my favorite stories is in Mark 2. Four friends of a paralyzed man persist in bringing him into the presence of Jesus for healing. You have lived that story. In a couple of days, we'll celebrate my mother's seventieth birthday. You have my sincere thanks for praying down a miracle so we can enjoy that day.