My Husband has been very ill for the last 7 years. He has been on life support many times after he has gone into sepsis. He has had his leg amputated and suffers from neuropathy and diabetes. Before we were married, I was a single mother of two children, a boy and a girl. My life was quite lonely as I had a terrible custody battle and I drank a lot. I found out in April of 2014 that I was almost 4 months pregnant with our son. That was the first miracle. Not sure with all the medicines my husband was on, how our little boy came about but know it was all God. My son had changed my life around, I was no longer drinking or lonely. I had came back to life again. On June 15, 2015, my husband went into respitory distress and was on life support for 8 weeks. He was not expected to live. The family was called in many times to say goodbye. After his breathing stabilized, he had a trach put in. Around the end of August he was able to come home and his cares were tough but we made it. That was our second miracle. In November, the day after Thanks giving, We received a certified letter telling us we had to vacate the house we had been living in because the owners wanted to move their son in by December 31st. It was in the middle of winter, we had no money and we could not just go anywhere because my husband is disabled and in an electric wheelchair. It was over the holidays and we did not really get to enjoy them. The days ticked on, faster than anytime before, and we were just not finding anything. I refused to give up hope. One Sunday morning I got up to go to church but it was really foggy out and my church is a half hour away. So I decided to go to a church in the town I live with my husband's brother's girlfriend. My husband decided to go to church also but he attends a different church and since I all ready made plans, he went to his and I went with her. Church went great and on our way back I asked to stop off at the grocery store. Amy (husband's brother's girlfriend) asked if we had any luck finding housing and I told her no and that I was praying about it and just as I said that, I looked up and there was a house for sale sign on a post next to the grocery store. I read off the address and we went right to it. I called the number on the sign and immediately someone answered and gave us the code to go in. When we went in, the house had enough bedrooms for all of us and room enough for my husband's wheelchair! The house had been empty for three years. Everything worked. We saw the house Sunday and bought it Wednesday. My Husband's parents paid for the house ($18,000) so we have no house payment. That was our third miracle. I knew that no matter what, God would provide. My Husband and I got married on May 14, 2016. My message is: when I truly started to believe, that is when I saw miracles in my life happen. When I truly started to trust God, the path was easy to follow.