Six years ago, my brother P.J. battled an ulcer that sought to make a widow of his wife and leave my nieces and nephew fatherless. My family battled right back in prayer, and God worked a miracle. Today, a similar circumstance reminds me of this story, where I raised an Ebenezer worth revisiting now.

When my brother faced a life-threatening medical emergency, our family learned that faith isn't about avoiding mountains—it's about watching God move them. Here's how prayer, family, and unwavering hope carried us through the darkest valley.