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4 years ago today I went to the hospital for what I expected to be the hardest pastoring day I would ever do. A congregant/friend was having a baby the doctors had told her would not live. They told her it would be an hour at the most before her daughter died.
We had known for months that this was what they said would happen. I went to the hospital and sat with the family while the mother and father were in the delivery room. The child was born not breathing. My friend held her child, wept, and sand "it is well with my soul."
Until the tiny child gasped for air and began crying. The family gathered round and held the baby, for what they expected to be her brief time alive. After a couple of hours, when the little girl continued to live, they moved them to the room to wait for her to pass.
That is when I met the little miracle baby. Every few hours her father would ask: "What time is it?" Late that afternoon, a doctor came in and said the child was exceeding expectations, but would not make it until morning. I stayed in a nearby hotel, expecting a late night call.
A call that never came. The following afternoon, the same doctor said they would send the child home on hospice. 4 years and dozens of surgeries and hospital stays later, I high-fived that child as she walked out of worship. She smiled at me when I wished her "Happy Birthday"
I serve the living God. He can do anything. I've been blessed to see a handful of miracles in my life. This was the best one. As broken as it all seems sometimes... God is still in control.
