In the last week, I have been astounded by the power of prayer.
Not just my prayers, but the combined prayers of hundreds of people, some I don't even know, all focusing their faith on my little brother.
Last week, he was severely burned when a gas tank he was working on exploded.
On Sunday, family and friends all over fasted and prayed for his healing and recovery. It made me cry just to think of how much faith and love was being sent his way.
No, he didn't get up and walk out of the burn unit the next day. But little miracles are occurring all over. His condition continues to be better than the doctors expect. He assisted in physical therapy instead of resisting. He is strong, holding up through seven hours of surgery.
Prayer is real. It is powerful. It works miracles.
So please pray for my brother and his beautiful little family. You can never have too many prayers.
Full of Gratitude,
The Brown-Eyed Girl