Proof...

Have you ever known someone who always have to have "proof" of something before believing it? Every once in a while I will find myself doing this. But, before too long, something stops me in my tracks and reminds me that God has a hand in this world. The most recent evidence of this in my life has been Sara. She is my cousin, Annas', baby and she was born with a heart defect. I was so scared for their new little family (Sara is their first baby)!

We went to visit her in the hospital before surgery, in the N.I.C.U. (Newborn Intensive Care Unit). That is one place I can honestly say I don't EVER want to see again, it really tugged at my heart strings! But, by the miracle of modern medicine, she had her surgery and was released fromt he hospital about a week or two later!! She'll be able to live a normal life and do all the things other kids do! Holding her at the hospital after the surgery, I couldn't help but wonder: "Who would ever need more proof than this?" (I hope Anna doesn't mind me posting this photo.) Aren't they the cutest little family?