A few years ago a woman I knew was told that her baby would not live to be delivered. He had a severe genetic anomaly and she was encouraged to abort him. Of course, she did not choose that option. She carried her son and we all prayed and prayed. I believed that God was going to do a miracle. I was not going to be one bit surprised when that baby was born whole and healthy. He had many physical manifestations from the genetic problem -- an incomplete heart, incomplete facial structure, stuff like that.
One ultrasound revealed that his heart had been made whole. It was complete and functioning. What a brave, strong boy.
Miracles don't always look the way we expect them to. The miracle was that he was born alive. He was beautiful and complete in appearance. His brave little heart beat for five hours while his mom, dad, and four siblings were able to get to know him. His mother saw it as nothing less than answered prayer.
He died in her arms.
At the funeral we all sang the song Blessed Be Your Name by Tree 63.