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March 4th I was told I was going to loose my Husband, that there was nothing the doctor could do to save his life.

I told them to try their best and I would pray for a miracle... they all thought I was nuts and they did their best not to put me away in a straight jacket - for 2 weeks straight they told me everyday that there was no change - one day they even said he looked like

he going backwards. Only gettin wores they said, and I prayed harder and a lot of you helped me...

I told them I was still looking for a Miracle and I believed that my GOD would give me one.

April 16th, my husband came home - to everyone's amazement, but not me.

Bruce remembers nothing, last thing he remembered was asking me to call 911 at 2am March 4th. I alone will carry the memory of that day, gladly I will... it shows the power of a loving God.

Should God have given a different answer to my prayer - I would have trusted that was best for all. and would have met up later with Bruce in Heaven.

We have a promise that God watches over us and one day we shall be with Him.

To live, is Christ to die is gain....

I thank God for letting me have Bruce for a while longer :0)

Thank you all who helped me in prayer and for your kind wishes....

Bruce is out of the hospital and Hairy - we could not get a shaver to work in the hosiptal.

Heb.11

[1] Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

In the Faith photo essay.