A Firefighter's Miracle

  Okay, so it is day numero dos of Sidewalks. So far so great, because these people I will be living with for these next weeks are fantastic. God has blessed me yet again with amazing people in my life. I guess I shouldn't be surprised because having awesome people in my life seems to be a theme.

Rather than run through the whole day I will share a tad about the sweaty hellos we did today, while exploring the city. Well, I was with David today walking through the Sahara of Lancaster. By the first 30 seconds, we had some sweat beads dripping off our noses, ha. We walked to a park to eat our bagged lunches, which I was so entirely ecstatic about because PB&J is one of the best sandwiches ever.

The 'Sahara' sidewalks of Lancaster

After David and I enjoyed our park brown bag lunches, we came across a man cleaning the exterior of his car. We were sort of nervous to approach him and start up conversation because that sort of thing can be uncomfortable, but God gave us a push to do so. This man was friendly right away and wasn't shy about sharing his story with us. He had been a firefighter in New York for 27 years, and has lived in Lancaster for 6 years. Anyways, God was so apparent in his life because when his son was 5 years old, he was diagnosed with spiral meningitis and it didn't seem that his son was getting any better. The man was sleeping at his son's bedside in the hospital as he had done for 3 days straight. On the 3rd night, the man couldn't sleep because he was so upset and stressed about his son's condition, and the man came across an elderly custodian while walking the halls of the hospital. The custodian told him not to worry and to just have faith.

The next morning his son was running around and playing in the hospital hallway. The doctors could not come up with an explanation to this miracle, but it was obviously a God thing. The man asked the doctors about the elderly custodian, but the oldest person on the custodial staff was 50, but the custodian the man had seen the night before was definitely at least 80 years old. This man was convinced God had heard his prayers and had given him a miracle by healing his son.

David and I were astounded by the beauty of this man's story. Because this man was so open and willing to share, David and I were encouraged to keep on greeting other people along our hot and sweaty walk.

I could go on and on about my day, but this is a blog, so not the best idea. All in all I am doing wonderfully, and I thank you all for your prayers =)