Awe.
To witness a miracle is, in itself, a miracle.
It leaves us with a sense of awe, wonder, and astonishment—but also with many questions. How is this possible?
When I saw the photos of Brian taken 37 years after he died, I was immediately taken back to the day my daughter passed away.
Brian, all those years later, looked just as my daughter did the day we buried her: purple nail beds, pale skin, as if peacefully sleeping. How could this be?
Yet isn’t that the very question Mary asked at the Annunciation? The same question Zechariah posed when he was told that Elizabeth would conceive?
These moments in Scripture remind us that faith is essential—especially when miracles defy logic.
My faith has grown stronger over the years because I’ve leaned on it to carry me through my grief.
Seeing an incorrupt infant—pure and innocent—is a powerful confirmation that all things are possible through God, and through our belief in Him.
I remain in awe.
I’ve shared this story countless times, and every time, it moves people deeply. Emotions flood in as they recognize what they are seeing: a true miracle.
“The highest form of prayer is to stand silently in awe before God.”