"Faithfull one, so unchanging, ageless one your my rock of peace...."

Hours earlier the words of this song had echoed around this tiny hospital room.

Now all was quiet except for the sounds of the rain beating against the window,

and the steady beep and hum of the monitors.

The window ledge had been her refuge that winter.

She would sit there and gaze out on the city and just pour out her heart to God.

Most days the question was Why?,

some days it was "I can't go on like this".

Today it was "my baby needs your healing touch"

Earlier on she had heard words from the professionals in white,

words like "Cystic Fibrosis???", "Asthma can be fatal," "respiratory distress??"

Overwhelmed she broke down and picked up the phone.

The reinforcements came.

Just under a dozen people were in that hospital room that evening

laying hands on that tiny unconscious eight month old boy in the oxygen tent

and praying and agreeing for his healing.

With peace in her heart she spent the night on the cot beside her baby.

The very next day she woke up to the sounds of her baby clawing at the plastic of the oxygen tent,

six days later the young couple took their baby home.

Is this the end of the story?

Well, all those other tests, they came back negative.

The baby had asthma.

There were still many battles to be fought and won

but each one was not as severe as the winter of "99".

Did God hear their prayers?

What do you think?

Today Keegan is a happy, thriving, eight year old boy

who hasn't needed a puffer in almost 2 years

and hasn't been hospitalized in over four years.

He loves God and carries his Bible everywhere.

So today I reflect on the faithfulness of my God..........

(so much to say on this as this sits close to heart)

and the many ways that he has answered our prayers.