I Believe in Miracles

Having a son with a very obvious physical disability and living in the Bible belt, I hear at least monthly something to the effect of "miracles happen" or "God heals."  I don't believe God will heal my son.  But I believe in miracles.  Being born, raised, and believing in a faith with every fiber of my being that has the restored priesthood- the same priesthood Christ used to heal the sick and raise the dead- I have no doubt God has the ability and the power to heal my son.  Usually when someone tells me to have faith and believe in miracles, I smile and nod.  But my heart wants to tell them of all the miracles we have seen; though they haven't included him miraculously taking up his bed and walking.
I would tell them of when we were first trying to figure out what was wrong, how the Lord guided and directed our decisions, how he lead us to the right doctors, and how he protected our hearts from utter devastation.
I would tell them of his early ability to communicate.  How he has been blessed to tell us what he needs since he was 18 months, around the time he lost all ability to crawl.
I would tell them of all the people that have reached out to help, how their small contributions of both time, money, and equipment has made it feel like we are less alone; has taken away some of the weary and strain.
I would tell them of the miracle of getting his first manual chair.  How we were in school and could never afford a $5000 chair.  But how we found someone willing to sell one for just $2200 and then our family all chipped in and helped.
I would tell them of days of sickness, when he is coughing and choking and I feel the fear in my heart.  Of God's comforting arms for me and quick healing for my son.
I would tell them when surgery was just two days away.  Stomach flu was dropping everyone around us like flies, myself included, and Benson got a fever.  A priesthood blessing, a nap and four hours later he was fever free and surgery went as planned.
A surgery that was decided on by much prayer and fasting; a gtube- which enabled us to give him better nutrition and brought back strength he hadn't had for months.
I would tell them of days when my heart hurt so much I didn't know how I could go on but found strength in my husband, my children and my God.
And I would tell them of Benson's own prayers.  Of his power chair breaking but working again, if only for Halloween.  Prayers to get better when sick.  Prayers to be strong.
So yes, I believe in Miracles.  My life is a daily witness to them.  And I thank God every day for the miracles he sends me.