This is a word that gets tossed around a lot. The thing is, miracles do occur and occur often, if you are willing to look for them. God never turns away from us, even when it seems like our world is falling apart. He is always right there, helping us back up to our feet.

God's love and faithfulness is what gave me the strength to move forward when I awoke in an ICU and was told my husband and oldest son had been killed.

Miracles are what kept me treading water when I was briefed on the very slim chances my other two children would make a full recovery. The chances of my son's mere survival were nonexistent.

I was unwilling to accept anything the doctors told me. I knew in my heart that God had us and my babies would be okay. I steadied my heart, set my jaw; I prayed, and I asked others to pray.

God has taken care of us every single step of our journey and continues to today.

Our story is not over. We survived, we are healing, we are pushing forward, we are living.

We are waiting on the next miracle.