I've been thinking a lot about my mom's health struggles today. For those of you who don't know, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer (that had already spread all over) . There is no cure for her kind of cancer and the doctor was not optimistic, saying, "don't make plans for Christmas." That was almost 2 years ago. Her cancer will never go away, but it's dormant. She's thriving, she looks great, she has a fantastic wig.

My Grandpa (my dad's dad) woke up in the middle of the night , and drove to tell her that God said it was going to be okay. This was right after her diagnosis. You have to know my grandpa, his faith is very "charismatic" and emotional. He has a special dialog with the Lord that I envy. And if he says God came and told him everything was going to be alright, than we believe him. And it was.

I say that because we believe that her healing was a miracle. Her own doctor says her healing was a miracle. And now I am struggling with the grief I feel for another family that I never met. Their prayers were answered in a different way this weekend. What the Powell family has gone through could happen to any of us, and they have been such an example of faith to so very many.

Tonight I pray for God's love and comfort for the family of Ethan Powell.

Hug your babies. . . pray over them...