My daughter experienced a miracle. At least she thinks she did.
A week ago, her brother was sick and quite miserable. She did not see how pathetic he looked, she saw the attention (and medicine) he got.
I wish I was sick too.
Do you want to sound like your brother?
No but I want grape Motrin.
You have a reading to read at Mass. If you lose your voice, someone else will have to read it.
That night, she prayed, Please, please don't let me get sick! Let me stay healthy and be able to read on Friday! The next morning, she woke feeling fine. Beaming, she announced, It's a miracle!
I am thrilled that she made the connection and believes that her prayer was answered.
Was it a miracle? Perhaps not but I am not going to dampen her seven-year-old spirit!
She is home sick today so she got her wish, too. She was able to read last Friday and this week --she got the grape Motrin!