Over the course of the past 15 months, I've allowed the water to tickle my toes and my legs. At times, I've even allowed myself to get in waist-deep. But I haven't really taken the big dive.
Nope, I hold back. I stay dry. The times that I've let myself hope and have faith, real faith, I've not been disappointed. No, in fact, some pretty amazing things have come to pass as a result. So tonight, the night before Logan's next MRI, rather than stress over the scan, I'm going to get into that water. I'm going to proclaim that Mark 11:22 is true. I'm going to ask that you believe it for Logan, too. I'm going to have faith, even though I'm human and my heart and mind are weak and prone to overwhelming, gut-busting worry.
Why? Because awesome things happen when we get in the water.
Thank you for your prayers.
Thinking of you today.
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Very interesting post.
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