City of Miracles


The more I wrote the more I began to see their stories overlap my story, your story, our nation’s story and so on and so fourth.

“Day 31 Cana – A city of miracles” is taken from the fourth chapter of John. In these verses Jesus heals a government official son who lay sick and near death.

“As he traveled through Galilee, he came to Cana, where he had turned the water into wine. There was a government official in nearby Capernaum whose son was very sick. When he heard that Jesus had come from Judea to Galilee, he went and begged Jesus to come to Capernaum to heal his son, who was about to die. Jesus asked, “Will you never believe in me unless you see miraculous signs and wonders?” The official pleaded, “Lord, please come now before my little boy dies.” Then Jesus told him, “Go back home. Your son will live!” And the man believed what Jesus said and started home. While the man was on his way, some of his servants met him with the news that his son was alive and well. He asked them when the boy had begun to get better, and they replied, “Yesterday afternoon at one o’clock his fever suddenly disappeared!” Then the father realized that that was the very time Jesus had told him, “Your son will live.” And he and his entire household believed in Jesus. This was the second miraculous sign Jesus did in Galilee after coming from Judea.”
‭‭John‬ ‭4:46-54‬ ‭NLT‬‬

Two of the chapters in “On the Way” I give a shout out to a couple of families who are walking through pediatric cancer. They are brave, they are scared, they are broken, and they are healed, but through it all God is writing their story just as He wrote the story of this government official.

Because of everything these families and children have been through, I am going to donate $2 of every book sold to St Jude’s Hospital in honor of Hollace Costello and another $2 of every book sold to pediatric cancer research in honor of Charlotte York.

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A Short excerpt from chapter 31

”Day 31
Cana – A city of miracles

“Once more He visited Cana in Galilee, where He had turned water into wine. And there was a certain royal official whose son lay sick at Capernaum. When this man heard that Jesus had arrived in Galilee from Judea, he went to Him and begged Him to come and heal his son, who was close to death” John 4:46-47 NIV.

The halls of heaven’s courts echo with parent’s intercession. We have prayed over scraped knees, broken bones, shattered hearts, and bruised egos. We cling to the verse, “Because He bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath!” Psalm 116:2 NLT.
There is no sickness too minor that He will not heal. So we call out to God when we see our toddler carted off in a little red wagon for a twenty minute surgery to place ear tubes in a chronically infected ear. Our stomach becomes mush when they wheel our child off to remove the tonsils swollen with bacteria, and we cry out to God for peace.
Then sometimes because of a dire predicament our cries become more than pleas for peace. Drastic times call for drastic measures, and a desperate father runs to The Healer. Despair enters our prayer-life because of a child’s sickness and knocks us to our knees.
A fever sends us to the pediatrician. Runny noses and listless bodies break our hearts and tumble our thoughts into a chaotic mass of worry. Unfortunately each of us knows this scenario all too well. It’s a fact of life. Children are going to get sick. One moment they are playing and running, skipping and jumping, wrestling and pouncing, then in the next moment you hear the words, “Mom, I don’t feel good.” The back of your hand reaches out to feel the fevered heat of a brow. This child who was seconds ago active and full of energy, now goes to lie down, and eyes which were bright eyed and bushy tailed now have a fevered glaze shimmering in them.
For the common ear infection or bronchitis or the like, a good round of antibiotics will normally do the trick. Chronic ear infections or strep throat may end in minor surgery with ear tubes or a tonsillectomy, as in my two youngest children, and a couple of my grandsons. It is never the most pleasant of options, but you have faith that the outcome will help your child onto the road of healing. Still, you pray because nothing is too minor for Our Great God.
Other times with hearts breaking parents hear the words, “Pediatric neuroblastoma cancer or Leukemia.” Worlds are rocked with that diagnosis. I can’t even imagine the fear that envelops and enshrouds their thoughts and hearts. I’ve personally observed the journeys of some of these parents and I applaud their bravery. I witnessed these parents rush head long into the arms of The Healer, and I can read their story because it is recorded for us in this fourth chapter of John.”

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