I can still feel the sand under my feet and I can still remember The Day He Ran – Our Beach Miracle.
The sun was setting, the breeze was just right, and we were finally on a family vacation, sort of, after what felt like a lifetime in hospitals.
H sat on a blanket, watching the waves, surrounded by siblings and snacks.
He hadn’t walked unassisted in almost a year.
We brought his wagon to the beach to help transport him around. We expected him to stay seated.
But then…
He Stood
After much sitting and playtime in the sand and the water. I quickly carried him up the beach, at dusk, and sat him on a beach towel. He was all snuggled up as the sun was setting and I was getting a few quick videos and pictures.
Then.
He stood.
And not just stood.
He ran.
Across the sand, toward the ocean—his body moving like it remembered how, even though it shouldn’t have. I stood in holy awe as my child, who had to relearn everything, ran straight into the water like he’d never been sick.
It wasn’t just steps. It was a miracle.
“Against all hope, Abraham in hope believed…”
— Romans 4:18
No One Can Tell Me Otherwise
Doctors can say what they want.
Science can shrug.
But I know what I saw.
I saw God.
That day, I saw healing in motion.
I saw the fire in his eyes, the joy in his shout, the water splash around his feet.
In that moment, I saw the moment heaven touched earth for my son.
💛 Heartbeat Moment
We still face hard days. Flare-ups. Setbacks. Fears.
But that moment reminds me what’s possible.
God doesn’t always heal the way we ask—but sometimes?
Sometimes He does.
And I’ll never stop praising Him for the day my boy ran into the ocean.
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