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Miracles…

This weekend was full of miracles. I got to travel with my Daddy and younger sister to Texas to visit my dad’s mom (Mamaw). She moved in with my uncle and aunt a few years ago, before 2020 wreaked havoc on our lives. I haven’t seen her since she moved and her health has declined some with age. Our mad dash to visit was well-planned, but we mainly needed to see her, love on her, and just be together.

My Mamaw is almost ninety-one years old. She was an AT&T operator. She was a pastor’s wife and took care of the church outreach, including selling homemade barbecue sandwiches as church fundraisers. In her spare time, until recently, she crocheted and made quilts for people as gifts, especially those in the nursing home and hospital. But more than anything, she prayed. 


This weekend’s adventures included singing gospel music with my sweet Mamaw, Daddy, uncle, and sister. We reminisced about the past. And my mind couldn’t help but marvel at answered prayers that had unfolded and culminated in this trip. 


Just like any family, ours is far from perfect. But my Mamaw has spent my whole life praying. She honored God, and God heard her. So many miracles are represented in this photo. More than she can imagine. More than I even know.


Besides the joy of doing music, talking about life, and making biscuits this weekend, my heart is especially full with the knowledge that our beloved Father is smiling at His handiwork. After years of prayers, this reunion was a nod to the lady that prayed them.


The Lord has heard my plea; the Lord will answer my prayer. (Psalms‬ ‭6:9‬ ‭NLT‬‬)


So today, friend, if you are waiting on prayers to be answered, keep praying them. God hears you. He is working for your good, in His perfect time, and for everyone involved. The day is coming where you will stand among the miracles and see His hand in it all.


© Jill Cook and Unbroken & Undone Ministries.  All rights reserved.

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