Miracles, part 2.

(My dad wrote a great blog about Miracles so I'm giving part 1 to him. Here's the addition...)

I, too, am a believer in miracles.

I am also a realist.

Which means a lot of "miracles" go by my eyes without ever receiving that tag from me. I'll tag it instead with "good meds", "ironic", "coincidence" or even just a "huh?".

But this one's got me stumped. The Believer and The Realist are at odds.

My little Wild Man has had a lot of trouble keeping food down for nearly 2 years. We've learned to deal with it as a normal part of our routine. Case in point: the barf bowl that accompanies every meal.

We got a new doc on his case. Got some great headway into what could be causing this. Set up an appointment for a fairly invasive test that would have required him to be put to sleep. Left the office with a sense of hope and dread all at the same time.

So we did the only thing we knew how to do as parents.

We prayed.

For calm. For confirmation. For good results. For his safety.

The boy hasn't been sick ONE TIME since we scheduled the testing. Not ONE TIME. The Realist was scared to say it, thinking it may just be a phase. And it may. But all I know is he hasn't been sick ONE TIME! (have I said that already??)

The Believer cancelled the appointment.