Today I was playing outside with my son. He was riding his toy car, kicking a ball, having lots of fun. Average things for a two year old to do. After some active play, I offered him a drink. He's not much for water alone but a plastic water bottle "like Nana's" was too hard for him to resist.
It was then that I was moved to tears. Over a water bottle.
I was reminded that this was the baby who was once tube fed. Who once lay in the hospital gravely ill after a life-flight from an infection. Who we weren't sure would ever come home to the nursery we'd prepared.
As he insisted that the water bottle would fit into the cup holder of his car, I sat in amazement of God's healing power. As I watched this little boy, my heart was so full it felt like it would burst.
As a parent, milestones are sometimes measured in what our children do...when they sit up, walk, talk. But on days like today, our milestones are measured in what no longer happens. No more tubes, no more medicine, no more sickness.
Healings happen. Miracles occur. Prayers are answered. Thank You God.
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