A few weeks after losing Josiah, I lay awake late one night. I felt empty and sad. My arms literally ached with the emptiness. Then I felt something. I felt a hug from my son. I actually felt the weight of his arms around me.
For a week I didn't tell anyone about this, lest they think I was losing my mind. Finally, I confided in my dad. With goose bumps on his arms he told me, "A week ago, I was laying in bed late at night praying for you, and I prayed that you would feel a hug."
So yes, I do believe in miracles.