Life is such a gift.
A gift that is often forgotten or maybe just sometimes present but passively unaware of the miracle that it really is.
And then there are some whose stories are wrought with waiting, with heartache, with loss, with sorrow and in the midst of that, the hope of new life barely hangs on.
But God.
Those beautiful, powerful two words.
But God breathed life.
But God sustained it.
But God said yes and now.
And just like color bursting forth from a black and white scene, the light–the hope–grows. The miracle now in their arms. And the beautiful, glorious chorus of praise resounds for what God has done…