Miracles embodied.

I don't blog nearly as often as I would like to. Life has been going by at the speed of light, it seems, and by the time I think about posting a blog, I'm wiped and ready for bed. I have some extra time right now during my planning period, so I thought I would hop on and let you all know that I'm still alive and reading your updates!

First things first, this little guy.



I think you all know him, and I'm confident that you've been praying for him as hard as I have. Last night, I felt a sense of calmness when I was praying for him. I started to understand the word miracle the way that MckMama was talking about it in this post. Stellan is a miracle. Audrey is a miracle. Olivia is a miracle. Regardless of what happens tomorrow, or in the next hour, or in the next minute, these little lives are miracles in their most basic forms. That I am given the opportunity to know them, through their mother's blogs or through my sister-in-law and brother, that I was somehow chosen to pray for them, that is a miracle. Of course, I pray that Stellan's heart is healed. I pray that God chooses to bring him out of SVT, to cure him, to get him to the point where he can go home again. Lord, please hear us.

Beyond that, there are things both big and small going on in my life at the moment, but I'm running short on time. I will update soon. But for those of you that aren't following me on Twitter, I do want to say that I got the Houston job and that I plan on moving this summer. More details to come.