Miracles...

Today, after telling my eldest son a little bit about our weekend retreat, I asked him to think about what growing up with a Dad with stage-4 cancer had accomplished in his life, by God's grace. He responded, "I don't have to think about it, Mom. It taught me to believe in miracles."

Indeed. 18 years ago about this time of year, we were driving to Houston, where Dave was entering a clinical trial for people who had no hope of cure, but a chance to improve quality of life for a time, and provide data for those coming behind. Who would have thought that 18 years later, we would still be marveling at how God used that treatment to bring about complete remission for the past 18 years. God is so very good. He majors in miracles.