I know how Lurvy felt when he saw the letters “Some Pig!” neatly woven in Charlotte’s web. “I’m seeing things,” I exclaimed, just like Lurvy had whispered, the day our blind goat without a doubt could now see. His eyes went from being cloudy and white to clear and bright. I should ask for a refund for the $30 our veterinarian charged us the day after the blind goat’s birth. She had shined her penlight into each eye, and declared definitively, “Yep, it’s indeed blind. And there’s nothing to do.” Not true. Our kids reminded us that there’s always something you can do. You can always pray for a miracle.