Have a little faith

Over the past week, I have felt every emotion humanly possible. On Thanksgiving, we learned that my oldest cousin was in the ICU with Pneumonia. Unable to breathe on her own, she was on a breathing machine and severely sedated. As each day passed, unable to communicate with her family, we prayed. We prayed hard. I have never in my life prayed more, sang so many worship songs with tears in my eyes, forced the fear from my bones and believed that my faith and the faith of my loved ones would be enough to help heal her.

I simply started doing the only thing I know to do in a crisis...bake! In the kitchen I went, with the boys in their exersaucers and their smiling faces to remind me of joy. Every time I would let fear overwhelm me, I reminded myself of one thing...faith. I remembered a sermon I sat through a few months ago, the topic being Fear and not letting it overpower you. I would also at times (a lot actually) text my mom to see if she had any updates. More than once she would write back just one word..."Trust."

Yesterday we received the best Christmas gift of all. Andee woke up. I had a dream the night before where I was sitting alone in her room in the ICU and all of the sudden her eyes popped open. I found out a few hours later that she was awake and on the road to recovery. I'm so thankful for my family and the lesson I've learned through this. Always have a little faith.