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REVIEW — A friend, whose son had died from Lyme's Disease, handed me this book. As I glanced through the book, I noticed many forms of the word, "Miracle." Since my family — my Kristie — did not get a miracle, I looked at my dear friend and said, "I don't think I can read it." He said something similar to, "Well, I have a better idea of where Ted is right now," and he left the book on my table. Weeks later and on a night when I could not sleep, I started reading the book. I loved reading about Heaven.
After all, days before Kristie was killed, she said, "Mom, I'm not afraid to die because the minute I die, I'll be with Jesus in Heaven." Kristie talked about Heaven for a few more minutes, and then I told her it was time to get some sleep. As I turned out her bedroom light, she said, "Mom, everything is so perfect in Heaven." ... And I cried, but Kristie never saw me cry. She was so happy.
Midway through the book when the focus turned to Pastor Piper's recovery, I closed the book; I just couldn't read anymore because of the miracle stuff. Yet, this book seemed to be ever-present as if reminding me that I had not finished it yet. Finally, I opened it again — after my friend insisted that I would not be disappointed. Once I started reading the book again, I never put it down until I finished it. My friend was right again. I was not disappointed. —Candy Priano |