Of Miracles and Angels.

There are so many things surrounding Mason's life that we could call miracles, some seem like mere coincidence and others are like God's hand reaching down into our lives to orchestrate the extraordinary. This story is one of the latter.

There were several blankets made for Mason by family and friends. One in particular was a simple, baby blue afghan crocheted by a family friend. Mason spent many hours wrapped in the love of those stitches, and when they sent his tiny body to be cremated he was wrapped in that blanket. The blanket was supposed to come back, but was mistakenly cremated with him.

The friend who made the blanket was desparate to make another for Amber to keep. She spoke to a co-worker about a pattern, explaining the story of Mason and the blanket. The co-worker began to cry. For weeks she had been working on a blanket that she felt strongly she must complete, but did not know why she felt so urgent about it, nor for whom she was making it. When she heard Mason's story, she knew. The angel blanket she had made was for Amber, who had just sent her baby to walk among the angels.

God is good, all the time. I always find such joy in seeing how He prepares the way to comfort us in difficult times. Not only does He know that we must face hardship and pain, but He loves us enough to work out all the details, so as we walk into our future we can see the things he set in motion in our past to comfort us in our present. And that is what miracles are all about!