11 years ago today, I sat at my doctor's office when he told me that I was probably going to lose the baby that I was carrying at that time. I remember very little about that day other than having to leave his office and go to my mother-in-law's for some reason or another, and try to keep my emotions in check while we were there. He didn't want to say anything because there was nothing to be said (yet), and I didn't want to say anything, because I couldn't even think about what was going on without bursting into tears, I couldn't imagine having to put it into words and tell someone.

I remember thinking at the time "This is it...this is the time when God is going to work a miracle, and I'm going to be living proof of it! This baby will survive, despite what the doctor has told me, and despite what I saw on the ultrasound screen."

I didn't get that miracle.

At least not the one I thought I wanted. Not right then.

My miracle is upstairs right now practicing his cello. It's an odd sound that is flowing out of his bedroom - the sound of a 1st year cello student...but it's beautiful music to my ears, just like the sound of his first cry that I heard.

My miracle is also currently sitting on the family room floor going back and forth between new books and different puzzles. Only in Kindergarten, but she loves to "read" and work the magic of putting many different pieces into one beautiful picture. The look on her face as she studies what is in front of her is the same beautiful inquisitive look she gave me when I held her close that first time and looked deep into her eyes after she was born, and we were trying to figure each other out.

And then there's another miracle - the miracle that is right now starting to stir from his afternoon nap. He's the miracle we received that we had no idea we were even looking for. Soon he'll be out here running and jumping trying to save the world as his favorite superhero, and I'll laugh at his antics the way he makes me laugh every single day since he's been born.

No, I didn't get the one miracle that I thought I wanted on that November day 11 years ago. But I've got three more that remind me and prove to me each day what an awesome Creator God is.