Isn’t it strange that it’s so easy to pray for miracles when it’s obvious that we have absolutely no control over a situation?
I prayed. I prayed hard. I prayed for miracles, despite being told that, “there was a chance ____.” And you know what, God worked miracles. He worked miracles that I wasn’t expecting or anticipating.
Sitting in that hospital and going crazy with worry, there was a showdown taking place. There was a showdown between my trust in God and my worry. It wasn’t unlike another showdown that takes place in the Bible.