My Miracle Boy

Yesterday, my son turned 10.

You probably see a happy, cute, somewhat mischevious little boy.

And you’d be right.

However, you don’t see what he fights everyday of his young life: cystic fibrosis, an incurable genetic respiratory and digestive disease.

And that, my friends, is a miracle of God.

Ten years ago, I will never forget walking out the hospital doors after receiving his devastating diagnosis. Mike and I couldn’t imagine what life would be like 10 days from then let alone 10 years. It felt as if we were walking into the great unknown.

I cannot tell you the countless prayers that have been lifted up for Micah from people all over the country. If you are one of his prayer warriors, you have meant more than you’ll ever know.

I cannot recount all the times I’ve seen God intervene, placing the right person in our path, providing financially and giving us what we needed each day to face the “great unknown.”

Today, Micah starts his Minor League baseball season. He just finished a fall season of soccer. And a little over a year ago, he won a gold medal for his age group in a 5K race to raise money for missions.

If that doesn’t sound like a Miracle Boy, I don’t know what does.

Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think. Glory to him in the church and in Christ Jesus through all generations forever and ever! Amen.
Ephesians 3:20-21