I honestly didn’t know if this morning would ever come.
It took 2-1/2 years, one surgery, and lots and lots of prayer, but it happened.
It finally happened.
We all slept. All night. In our own beds.
I don’t know if tomorrow will be the same, or the next day, or the next day after that.
But today I’m going to be excited and thank God for the victory of one, because I know He’s working a miracle.
Picture me crying and squealing with delight.
It’s gonna be a good day.