Throughout the utter tumult of her birth, the loss of her brother, the chaos of recovery, the frustration of homecoming to a jealous sister and my complete unawareness of the challenges of caring for a micro-preemie, God has given me such a peace, mostly through the beyond epic solidarity of my brothers and sisters in Christ, and the prayers sent up on our behalf. A friend called it “storming the gates of heaven.” God’s good grace for the life and health and strength of our little warrior is something that is too big to be ignored.”