When my mom got sick I prayed and prayed for a miracle. A miracle that some how some way all that cancer all over her body would disappear. That miracle never came.
Now my friend is in the final stages of a short but hard battle with cancer. We all prayed for a miracle to happen for the cancer to shrink and for her to be okay. That miracle seems to not be possible.
As I was driving today realizing this is the second time my prayers for a miracle seemed to not have happened. But then I realized maybe the miracle with my mom is that I made it out okay...that the miracle that I was asking for was given to me in the form of Rob and Lindsey being here for me to make it through all of the dark days ahead. Without them, I honestly don't think I would be in as good of a place that I can be...emotionally, physically and even spiritually. So now I realize I need to pray for the miracle of survival for my friends family. For her loving husband and their Granddaughter that has grown up with her grandmother in her life as a constant. And for the daughters to find more good hours than bad in the days ahead.
I know what they are up against and I now realize I didn't get the miracle I asked for but it is a miracle I survived it. And I am praying they now get that same miracle...day by day...hour by hour...minute by minute...a little peace in their heart.
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