Saturday morning, five am. I woke at four and couldn't get back to sleep. The dogs have been out and back in, No loud barking this morning. Maybe like me they are breathing in the quiet. The neighborhood lays around us in its quiet mode. Peaceful and siren. Hmmm, wonder how long that will last.
Last night was a big night in our family. Mikayla will turn six on Monday. This last year has been such a terrible period for her and her family. To see her smiling, her hair growing in so soft and dark. It makes you smile down deep in your soul. Only four months ago, when she was going through such a terrible time, it seemed impossible this could be taking place. Such a fun, magical evening. She definitely was the star of the show. Her parents going all out to give her this special party. Many came and oh yes they brought presents.
There was laughter, food, smiles. And the most important of all God's presence. I think of the thousands of prayers that have went up for her since she first become sick. The cries and frantic pleas sent to the throne of God. Also some whys, hurry up. And from me, "I'm mad God." But through it all he had a plan. I could feel him smile last might. Because the beautiful part of all this. Is he saw back in all those months, last night. Her smile, her happiness. I watched the happy people. And I thought of all of those who had banded together for this little girl. With her tiara on and that wonderful smile.
All the hours so many put forth for the fundraisers and most of all for the prayers. People stopped their busy life's and talked to God. My Billie kept saying through it all, God has a reason, a plan. And she was right. I think he did. In the midst of all the craziness of our life's we forget sometimes just to stop and pray. Mikayla's illness brought together many people. The ones who drove miles to walk in the fundraiser, people who donated who maybe didn't have a extra dollar. God's love that shone through people was extraordinary.
So sitting in the twilight hours last night. I said thank-you God for this miracle. A little girl who in the joy of the evening had forgotten all the pain and misery she had been through. It never touched her spirit or her smile. That smile was always there. I also watched Mikes two brothers and his sister. All of them there, helping, working to make the party a success. Her grandmother Billie and Grandpa Ron. All the ones who gave of themselves, over and over. I looked around as Brandi cooked burgers and smiled. I am a very lucky woman to be a part of these wonderful people. Good going God. Thank-you for that blessed evening. You have done a wonderful job.
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