One miracle. That’s all. One particular miracle, actually.

This morning’s drive was silent with the exception of an Audible book telling us all about toxins in our home and how exercise is important for healing. All the information is heavy on our shoulders. But…

Our pre-dawn view was a miracle in itself, a low wispy blanket of deep pink clouds that seemed so close, if we had been standing on a hillside, we could’ve reached up and touched them.

Sam drove in silence, holding my hand and sighing heavily to break the quiet.

After the truck was parked and it was time to go inside, we held hands and I prayed for him:

Father, we’re asking for a miracle for Sam today. He needs a miracle. He needs…peace. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

I need to be grateful today:

• for pink cloud blankets
• for alpaca socks
• for a husband who holds my hand and prays with me and tells me many times a day he loves me – he is the strongest man I know, climbing this mountain to show others it can be done
• for being blanketed with prayer
• for Geri cards and Chris and Connie smiles
• for the generosity of my employers who allow me to work from a laptop on days like today
• for another congregational care minister who is now on board and holding Sam up in prayer
• for heated blankets
• for treatment #30 and the end of treatment #30

Tonight will be a quiet night in front of a warm fire, wrapped up securely in a blanket, knowing without a doubt we are held tightly in God’s hand.

That’s the miracle for today.