I Believe In Miracles

Yesterday my son and I spent the morning at the National Naval Medical Center as he underwent a food challenge to determine whether he could now, for the first time since he was 3 years old, safely eat peanut butter.

You see, when he was three he ingested peanuts, with some mixed nuts, at a pre-Thanksgiving gathering at some friends' home.  He had enjoyed peanut butter before that, so we had no reason to be suspicious.  What followed was a very scary anaphylactic reaction that sent him to the hospital.

So for over ten years, we've monitored his food, read every label, always carried at least one epi-pen, and known the location of the nearest hospital.

He has always wanted to go to the Air Force Academy, and fly jets, and up until recently, food allergies were a bar to any candidate for the service academies.  In meetings with his allergist, we learned that USMA and USNA now allow food allergies with a waiver under certain circumstances.  That was good news, but not the news he wanted to hear.  USAFA still considers all food allergies a bar.

But his doctor also explained that the allergy community recommends that if a child has not had a reaction in a long time, it is worth re-testing for the numbers, and if they're low enough, to do a food challenge.  The blood test showed his numbers were within the acceptable margins.

So after four hours of ingesting more and more peanut butter yesterday, the doctor declared him no longer allergic to peanuts.  We still have some tree nuts ahead of us to conquer (we'll do that in January next year), but a HUGE step forward.

Now, why is this a miracle?  Because what nearly killed him when he was three is no longer a threat. I am convinced that God healed him. God may have used the natural processes of my son's body to grow him and change the chemistry so that this would occur, but who made my son's body?  Who created those processes?  It was still GOD, and still GOD's timing. This marvelous series of events that occur in our body every day are not the result of some random accident that happened in prehistory. They are carefully orchestrated in each one of us to show us who God is, and how much He loves us.

There is no mystery about Him - He and His work are all around us every day.  From the

Evening in Hawaii by my friend Thom

to the 

mountains in Colorado

to the

first daffodil in my yard

and on around the world. 

¹ The heavens declare the glory of God; 
   the skies proclaim the work of his hands. 
² Day after day they pour forth speech; 
   night after night they reveal knowledge. 
³ They have no speech, they use no words; 
   no sound is heard from them. 
⁴ Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, 
   their words to the ends of the world. 


Psalm 19

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