Each Breath

I'm five hours away from my sister and her family.  Five hours from my precious niece.  I sit here trying to praise him in the storm, to remember Gods plan, to be in awe of the miracles performed.

June is two months and 10 days old.  Two months, 10 days older than the doctors expected her to be.  She has been a joy, a miracle and brought a renewed faith to many.  Today she is struggling, her breathing labored, her cry quieter but her life just as bright.

I pray that we rejoice in Gods will, knowing that struggles make us more Christ like, that the pain of today transforms us into who he created.  And though now we wait sorrow filled and helpless on this earth we will find peace in his arms.