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A birthday miracle.

Today I got a miracle for my 40th birthday.

Today, Brady fell asleep around 9am right after a neurological episode.

He woke up at 12pm smiling.

He laughed.

His eyes sparkled.

He spent time playing with Blake.

He made a Christmas ornament.

His EEG was cleared of any seizure activity.

He told me he loved me at least ten times.

He didn’t have another episode all day.

Today, a miracle happened.

Today, I got the best present I could have ever asked for.

Today, our sweet and amazing boy came back to us.

I could have cried looking at him smiling.

Cried all the happy tears that have been stored up inside of me.

I have missed that smile so much these past few days.

To be honest, I feared that we may never get our boy back.

My heart has been agonizing watching him suffer through so much.

But God had other plans.

I knew He never left us.

And today He showed us.

Have you ever witnessed a miracle?

Have you ever felt like, “Could it be?”

“Could it really be?”

Today I have thought about the story of the lame man who laid outside the temple walls begging for money.

He was there every day. Struggling. Battling.

Then, one fateful day, in the midst of his suffering, Peter and John walked into his life.

I wondered how long the Lord planned this day. Putting every piece of the puzzle into one perfect picture.

Like was he sitting in heaven giddy with excitement about what the world was about to witness?

That day when the man asked for money, they stopped. Peter replied, “Silver and gold I do not have, but what I do have I give you: In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise up and walk.”

And you know what the man did?

He rose.

Peter took him by the right hand and lifted him up, and immediately his feet and ankle bones received strength.

Some days all we need is to trust in the path.

We need to take an outstretched hand in faith.

And we need to believe for a miracle.

Today we didn’t just see Brady’s neurological episodes lessen in severity, we saw them disappear completely.

We didn’t just see him not struggling, we saw him improving.

We didn’t just see him awake, we saw him walking and talking and eating.

I feel like we have been witness to so many miracles through this battle, but today’s just may be the sweetest.

Thank you to everyone who has joined our battle and fervently prayed for our sweet boy.

Let us never forget the miracle of a day we have seen.

In the midst of our forty day stay here in Philadelphia, on my 40th birthday, Brady came back to us.

Miracles still happen. Scripture is still relevant. Prayer still works. Jesus still heals. God is still with us.

I believe. You believe. Praying that we can get the world to believe too.

Shields up.

Swords out.

The best is yet to come,


“I’ve got miracles on miracles

A million little miracles

Miracles on miracles

Count your miracles

One, two, three, four, I can't even count 'em all”


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