<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Walking by faith: a living miracle]]></title><description><![CDATA[Faithful Journey, A Mother's Love]]></description><link>https://www.walkingbyfaithjourney.com/home</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2026 04:32:33 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.walkingbyfaithjourney.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Holding on]]></title><description><![CDATA[The surgery was successful. He could wiggle his toes and move his left arm. We clung to that—those small signs of hope. But even though the bleeding had stopped, the inflammation was only getting worse, and it would continue to over the next few days. The pressure on his spinal cord hadn’t eased. The main concern now was his breathing and his blood pressure. Neither would stabilize. Even on high ventilator settings, he struggled to maintain adequate oxygen levels, and his blood pressure would...]]></description><link>https://www.walkingbyfaithjourney.com/post/holding-on</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69de5654cee1d9a6a6731702</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2026 15:19:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/b96480_189a1dae1a3243f19a6f2e72cd15a831~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emily Gish</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[When fear met faith]]></title><description><![CDATA[Overnight, they watched him so closely. His oxygen levels rose and fell, but somehow his labs kept coming back promising. He still had movement on his left side, and every so often he would open his eyes—just enough to remind us he was still there—before slipping back into sleep. Brett and I took turns sitting beside him, holding his hand, whispering that he wasn’t alone. I kept praying he could feel us, that somehow he knew we were right there, clinging to him. Morning came on June 17th, but...]]></description><link>https://www.walkingbyfaithjourney.com/post/when-fear-met-faith</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69bc3c63bec251fc0ba88e17</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2026 18:24:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/b96480_5eb7f15eb363473cae210edc0371c302~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emily Gish</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[June 16th, 2025- The day our lives were forever changed]]></title><description><![CDATA[June 15, 2025—Father’s Day. It was a rowdy house, clothes everywhere, the boys playing PlayStation. I kissed everyone goodnight and went to bed, saying, “See you in the morning.” It was just a normal night—until it wasn’t. At around 2:30 a.m. on Monday, June 16, our world changed forever. Cam walked into our room complaining that his right arm was really hurting, worried he wouldn’t be able to go to Big Splash with his friends the next morning. I spent about 20 minutes rubbing it, but it...]]></description><link>https://www.walkingbyfaithjourney.com/post/june-16th-2025-the-day-our-lives-were-forever-changed</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69baf3b3fff27a78ca30d25b</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2026 19:05:53 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/b96480_6c02758afa554ce4a70d2657aeb90120~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emily Gish</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>