Miracle At 3 AM

It’s 3:23 am, little man has had a hard few days due to a cold. He’s asleep now, but wakes up when you lay him down. Ashley and I have been taking shifts, and are so thankful to have the opportunity.

This is part of our miracle, this is what we prayed for. That may sound strange to some, but if you’ve ever longed for a child, you understand. For in my hand, and in my heart is an answered prayer. A living breathing proof that God not only exist, but responds to the requests of His children.

We waited almost ten years for this miracle, and it’s worth every second. I turned 32 the year we got married, and our son was born when I was 42. My first birthday as a Dad is next week. Ashley, like Nicholas, is an answer to prayer. Both have been worth the wait, no matter where our days find us.

We’ve spent nights in hospitals, cried together, argued together, and been afraid together. Miracles are miracles no matter what the scene, or how long you’ve had them. I would encourage someone in the midst of whatever trial you’re facing, that you are living in your last miracle.

God has brought you where you are, we couldn’t have gotten here by ourselves. An ever present help, He’s with you in your sickness, financial trouble, or relationship problem. God doesn’t stop being God because we have questions, and He doesn’t mind them.

Just remember this when asking, you’ve received answers before. Every day is made up of yesterday’s miracles. Don’t lose sight of them. Don’t allow the answer that you prayed so long for, ever to become overlooked.

Cherish what you have, treasure it. If you always view your blessings through the eyes of gratitude, it doesn’t mean you’ll never be up at 3 am again. Though it does mean you’ll thank God for sleepless nights, hospital rooms, recovery rooms, and the fact you’re once empty home is so gracefully full now!