Let me paint a picture for you; someone in your family (or a close friend) gets sick, they go to the hospital, the outlook is grim, you pray, you have everyone you know pray, that person gets better, and life returns to normal. You instantly begin to praise God for the miracle.

But here’s another story; person gets sick, they go to the hospital, grim outlook, you pray, you have everyone you know pray, the person gets worse, the person passes away, and your entire world is thrown into a 500 mph tornado of chaos and confusion. You get angry and sad. In your eyes, there is no miracle.

Last week my grandmother’s story ended just like the second story I told. She was 68 (she would’ve been 69 the end of this month). She was an amazing woman of God. She had more faith than most people I know. I asked people to pray for a miracle and they did. The thing is our family got a miracle, just not the one we thought.

We wanted nothing more than for her to stay with us longer but God had other plans. My grandmother lived 10 years longer than doctor’s gave her after she received a kidney transplant. Her miracle was not our miracle. She spent her life showing God’s love to everyone she came into contact with.

So, what happens when the miracle you receive is not the one you asked for? You praise Him anyway. If my grandmother taught me anything it was to praise God in the good and bad times. Even in the storm, when nothing is going your way, or when someone is taken and you don’t know why you praise God.

This song has been on my heart for many days since my grandmother’s passing: https://youtu.be/0YUGwUgBvTU

I can’t explain why so many people have been taken from our lives when they were (my brother-in-law, my husband’s grandmother, 2 of our babies, my father-in-law, my grandmother, and so many more) but my heart has no choice but to believe that God has a bigger plan. My faith reminds me that the miracle was given and my grandmother is healthy and at peace now. Although she is missed more than words can convey she is right where her heart longed to be.

Much Love, R