I’ve heard people describe miracles like a lightning bolt, instant, dramatic, so stunning you blink not sure what you saw, but that has not been my experience. In the hours after our son was born, he suffered a massive stroke that paralyzed his entire right side. It was five days before he was even stable enough for the doctors to run all the necessary tests to determine what had happened, and once they knew, the prognosis was dire.
Remember when you thought you could be a superhero? Remember those days when a blanket tied around your neck was all you needed to be able to fly and stop bullets? Remember childhood days spent dreaming of the future when you’d be an astronaut, or a ball player, or up on the silver screen? Remember imagining a time when you’d be surrounded by friends and contentment?
When did we lose a fascination with those possibilities?