Grasping the miracle

It's finally hitting me, what my eyes beheld that night. A miracle. A true living miracle. As my body cleared of the emotion, I've been looking back in a technical sense. All I know is that my patient should not be alive. There is no medical explanation for it. But I don't live in a common sense world. I gladly and wholeheartedly give praise to my Creator. HER Creator. A miracle giver. A life sustainer. That's what HE is.
I'm grasping that I should not have been given the privilege of holding her hand the next day and crying with her a couple of days later. I'm grasping that in our common sense society, what happened to her doesn't make sense at all.
Although the tears have slowed down, my body's shock at what happened is still reeling, just not as fast. I have had people tell me over the last week who was in the room praying with me. True to the heart, people who get it, prayer warriors. Two of the physicians I know were praying. A fellow nurse with a heart for missions like me was praying. And a co-worker/friend/church member who "just happened to stop by for a visit" was praying as well. As I type this, I am in complete and utter AWE at His Grace. The perfect timing of my church friend stopping by as I was walking by the front window with medicine in my hand. I was able to yell at her to pray...please pray. I found out later, the other missions minded nurse said the same thing to our mutual friend.
WOW.
I know my patient grasps it as well because we've talked about it through tears in our eyes. God has a purpose and a perfect plan for her life. She knows. Her mother in law, a fellow nurse/co-worker grasps it as well. With tears in her eyes, we reminisced about that night a little. It's hard though. I don't like remembering but we need to. We need to see it for what it is....a miracle.
While we were working to save her life, when I was praying, I kept reminding myself that God is a good God...that His plans for her were perfect and that all I had to do was trust Him. I had to remind myself that if HIS choice was to take her to Heaven, He was still good. But there are no words to describe the elation of seeing Him sustain her life. Praise the Lord.
I never want to take one breath for granted. Before this moment in my life, I tried not to. But this was very powerful and I cannot imagine that I will ever be the same again.
Trust God! His ways are perfect. And He's just pretty awesome if I must say so myself.