On Saturday we were invited to a prayer vigil at Zuma Beach in Malibu for a 2-year-old girl named Bailey. Bailey was diagnosed with neuroblastoma, an aggressive form of cancer, a year ago and doctors had recently taken her off of all medication and said there was nothing further that they could do to stop the cancer. She has been in an extraordinary amount of pain, so much so that she has not been able to even play with her toys. Friends of the family, church members and even strangers, such as ourselves, showed up to offer support. It was a beautiful time. We sang songs, we heard testimonies, we witnessed Bailey’s mother get baptized in the ocean, and our friend, Justice Coleman, Pastor of Freedom Church in Chatsworth, offered a compelling message on the hope we have in Christ. Together, we lifted our voices in faith and desperation to the God of the universe, the creator of Heaven and Earth and asked Him for a miracle. Some struggled in their hearts to ask for a miracle because “what if God doesn’t heal Bailey?” then that might bring further devastation to the family for giving them false hope. I understand this fear but I also know the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob is able to do exceedingly abundantly beyond whatever we could ask or think. I have witnessed miracles and I have witnessed tragedy and there has been no secret prayer formula for either. I have the gift of childlike faith, which means it is simple for me to just ask God for things big or small and believe He can do them, much like one might ask their Father for something. He may say yes, he may say no, but it doesn’t hurt to ask. For me, it all comes down to asking because the Bible says “you have not because you ask not”. So hundreds of us asked, in faith, submitting to the will of God as sovereign, but asking that He show His power in the life of this little one believing that He alone can. The most beautiful part of the evening was when we played Bailey’s favorite song “Let it Go” from Disney’s Frozen. She was listening from inside the RV in the parking lot adjacent to the beach. There was a little girl in front of us who belted out the words as loud as her little lungs could muster and there was something so pure in that moment. One little girl singing her heart out to another little girl a common song they both knew by heart. I cried. Sunday morning, Bailey awoke and for the first time in a long time she asked to play with her toys, a beautiful sign that her pain had subsided at least long enough to give her respite and enjoy being two for a little while. Please pray for Bailey.