There they were. Two beautiful silvery brown doves huddled together in front of our patio door. We had never see them before. And their proximity to the door was uncanny. But there they perched watching - blinking their soft eyes like a butterfly's wings fluttering as it glides through the air. We had just returned home from the hospital with our son Xavier after an unsuccessful brain surgery to remove a new mass of potentially terminal cancer. We were still uncertain of his future and the path we would be taking in the next little while. Our life was in turmoil. Things were not looking good for our son. We were exhausted from the high emotions and physically demanding care he required. But there they were. As we sat down on the couch in our lower level family room, there sitting in plain view at one of the downstairs windows were these two doves. They never left, at least not until after we had gone to bed. At that point my faith led me to believe these doves were a message from God. The message I had prayed for days earlier. I wanted a sign, a clear sign, things were going to be ok. Not wanting to sound crazy or fully believing what I was thinking yet, I didn't tell anyone. I worried if maybe the doves were sent here to watch over us because things were going to get a lot worse --or as the sign things will be ok. After some more bad days, the sun came out. My husband went out to the backyard to put a few things away. There they were. Sitting on the stone pathway leading to the backyard, were the same two small pair of doves. When he came in my husband couldn't help but comment on how tame these doves were. He told me they practically let him walk right up beside them. At that point I told him my suspicion that these were not two ordinary doves, but a sign from our faithful Father above. I had heard other people talk of these grandiose signs from above and how God spoke to them. When I heard these stories I was split between disbelief and jealousy. Why didn't I ever get to see these signs of God? Why didn't he speak to me as clearly as he had my friends? Amazingly enough, I now have my own story to tell. As quickly as those doves showed up at our home, they disappeared again. And their timing was impeccable. After we got the news Xavier did not have active cancer but a side effect of treatment, these angelic birds were gone. I have not seen them since. In the Bible, doves are a symbol of peace and of the Holy Spirit descending on Earth. Jesus was here in the form of a dove. He was with us when we needed him most. There is no doubt in my mind now these doves were my sign - my answered prayers. They brought peace to our home and have gone to bring comfort to someone else in need. I am humbled and thankful to have experienced a level of intimacy with our Lord I had not yet reached. I held tightly onto my faith, and turned to Jesus for strength at ever difficult moment these past few months. Now my steadfast faith has been rewarded with my own miraculous story.