Miracles do happen

I saw the son of B at church today, walking along the front row, which almost made me cry. I still vividly remember the day when B told us that his son was born 20 weeks early, and baby was less than 1kg at birth. We were all very worried about the little baby and B's wife who had internal hemmorage (which resulted in the pre-mature birth). He lived in the box, and had tubes all over him. We prayed for the whole family, especially the little one. Seeing him walking today really allows me to get a glimpse of God's power, God's healing, and God's mercy. God is indeed the provider of life, may His name be praised!