I had a ten-month-old granddaughter, I spent day and night for a month praying over her in intensive care, with little blood left, her internal organs dying and with the finally diagnosed being an incurable hereditary decease (HLH), but God just decided to cure her and no one can find any thing wrong with her today. I later had a grandson born with severe cerebral palsy, which I prayed over and still pray for and He has not gotten better, he cannot walk, talk, feed himself or do anything for himself. I cried over this many nights and saw it as a huge tragedy for my son, his wife and his older brother and two sisters. At 12, he is ninety pounds and hard to handle, but I went to stay with him for a week while my son and wife took a second honeymoon to Hawaii. I was not their first choice to help care for my grandson, but the person who was to take care of him went in for back surgery and they could not change their time for this vacation. I was utterly amazed by how these two teenage granddaughters and teenage son could care for their younger brother. They were up a 5 AM to get themselves ready, then got their brother changes, showered, medicated through a tube, dressed, fixed breakfast, (I just fed him), loaded in the van and off to school. The brother was home from Texas AM on weekends to give his sisters a break. They did all this while Loving on their young brother. My son and his wife had told me, my grandson was the greatest blessing they could have asked for, but I did not believe it until I saw it with my own eyes.