Last Sunday, my granddaughter, Victoria Grace, celebrated her

16th birthday. As the family celebrated that evening with pizza, cake

and ice cream, Victoria was almost too tired to enjoy the gathering.

The reason is because her birthday celebration actually started 24

hours before

as she attended her school’s

homecoming dance.

Victoria is a sophomore at St. Charles Catholic School and enjoys life. I realize that the birth of any child is a miracle of God. Her birth, 16 years ago, was indeed a miracle. As described in Webster’s Dictionary, a miracle is an event or action that apparently contradicts known scientific laws and is hence thought to be due to supernatural causes – an act of God.

As I reflect on her birth, my thoughts go back to December 1992 when her mother, Ronny, was undergoing treatment at M.D. Anderson Hospital in Houston for acute leukemia.

Having four children at the time, Ronny had faith that God would use the doctors to heal her. I remember her repeating that Satan comes to kill, steal and destroy, but God is the One who gives life. She insisted that she would stand on God’s promises to be healed and raise her four children.

After 11 months and 15 rounds of chemotherapy, she survived the pain of everything that accompanies chemotherapy. Only a few months after the completion of her treatments, she called one morning and said, “Daddy, I’m pregnant!” “What do you mean you’re pregnant?” I asked. “I’m going to have a baby!” she answered, as if I didn’t understand.

Her doctors were amazed that she was able to conceive after all the treatments.

Her pregnancy ended on Oct. 31, 1994, with the birth of her fifth child, Victoria Grace. “Why Victoria Grace?” I asked. Ronny said, “Daddy, that name will always remind me of the victory we have in Christ and that His Grace is sufficient to meet all of our needs.”

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