His little back stopped heaving and we dried his tears, a smile broke across his face and he scampered away to play again. As I watched him I thought of how much was bottled up in my heart. How I could curl up in my Father's lap and cry out to him.
I'm believing for a miracle, I'm believing for her healing. In the meantime I'm remember to cry out to God and cling to His truth, His word!
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6-7